A North Hare

Aaron Horeth in writing!

Waking Up — September 15, 2016

Waking Up

Waking up, I felt a little sick.
and thought to myself…

“I should take the day off!”
(pause for a few seconds)
running to the computer,
frantically counting,
days off.

All before she wakes up.

“We could go on a trip”
Thinking quickly…

“Kimberly, I have 3 days left”
“Actually, 2 now”…
(pause for a few seconds)
“I’m taking today off”
“You are!”, Kimberly’s eyes widened

“And we’re going to Ithaca”
“We are!”, Kimberly had become
wildly excited!

We continued to sleep
for some hours.
Healing from
a sleep deficit.

Packing up snacks, water,
the dog.
We left our home.
because of spontaneity.

The trip was
as fun as
the destination.

We saw flowers and water,
climbed on rocks.
Kimberly even did yoga,
out in public.
A first for her!
I was
and still am
immensely proud of her.

As I Sit Here — July 13, 2016

As I Sit Here

Dearest love, best friend and partner for life Kimberly:

As I sit here,
in the lucid loneliness of the graveyard shift.

Slaving tirelessly over a keyboard in a cold office
as if it were a hot stove and I were cooking pancakes.

I feel a longing for that feeling of home
that being beside you brings me, brings us.

As I sit here,
fervently studying the opcodes of the 8080.

My mind cannot focus on programming, I miss you.
I miss your familiarity and texture.

Although we’re only 45 minutes apart tonight,
it feels like hours.

Yours truly,

A Smile More Beautiful Than The Sun — January 7, 2016

A Smile More Beautiful Than The Sun

Boundless energy builds up
inside of you and
you have nowhere to let it out.
So you turn inward into
a ball and wait for
the rage to subside.

Then, I come into the
picture. I blanket you
to help ease the pain.
Or, at least provide
some comfort.

As the anger disperses and
the depression quelled and
lucidity persists. Our
eyes meet and I see
your smile.

A smile more beautiful than the sun.

Travel — November 17, 2015


I know credit cards are dangerous, but…

Suppose I sign up for one, paying no attention to the small print and the “low” APR. Fully understanding that it’s not my money I’m spending but not caring whatsoever. Now, with that credit card, I travel the world, with my girlfriend, ignoring the monthly balances and fees. Lasting 5, 10 years, not paying the monthly fees. Just traveling and experiencing everything we can. I think we could get away with it!

In reality I know we couldn’t, we would be stopped pretty quick. The credit card company would figure out what we were up to in no time at all. How is one making a semi-almost-decent salary, tied down to a desk, supposed to see the world?

Oh well, that’s what my imagination is for! Luckily that imagination is a finely tuned, world cultured, jet-set machine ready to take me to Morocco or Zimbabwe in an instant. Who needs waiting in line at an airport, being groped by overly-eager security guards who make fun of your phone because it’s not a “smart” phone? In my mind I’m already basking in the sun and chugging can after can of Dr. Pepper Cherry (my favorite soda), and swimming in crystal clear waters with my amazing girlfriend by my side of course!

With Her — November 2, 2015

With Her

Her strands of beads lay
on the table,

This person I live with
we share so much.

Our creative spirits align
as we buzz about
the apartment

We understand one another.
We strengthen and improve
With her.

Most At Ease — October 23, 2015

Most At Ease

I’m most at ease when
I’m with you.
When we’re exploring a
future possible home or
a new

I’m most at ease when
we’re playing tennis.
And one of us smacks
the ball

I’m most at ease when
we’re creating.
Painting our selves

I’m most at ease when
you’re smiling.
When you’re beating me
at all the
video games
we play

I’m most at ease when
you rest your head on
my shoulders.
When you fall asleep on
my lap during all the
silly documentaries
with animal

I’m most at ease when
it’s just us.
When you and I are
we are.

Composed of Freckles — August 4, 2015
Kimberly, Deliverer of Joy — July 24, 2015
Three Years — July 20, 2015

Three Years

Three years have gone by,
and it feels like one.
Three years have gone by,
and we feel like one.
Three years have gone by,
and I feel like I’ve known you forever.
Three years have gone by,
and I will love you forever.

To my beautiful Kimberly, I love you!

Open The Window — June 25, 2015

Open The Window

Some may be just annoying
Others just plain obnoxious.
Still others may be just plain rude!
But you are you, and you should stay that way.

Open the window, don’t let them win.
You have your rights, as they have theirs.
What they can’t do is hurt you.
But if you don’t ignore them, they will eat at you.

If they stare, stare back.
You are as much a human as they are.
Don’t cower in front of them.
Power in front of them!