About Sam Aureli
A Worldly Soul
One spring evening, I paused mid-run beneath a blooming saucer magnolia, petals glowing soft against the dusk. Something in that stillness stirred. A poem, maybe. Or just a whisper from the Earth itself.
Hi, I’m Sam. I write poems that lean in close to the world, especially those quiet moments when something bigger seems to speak through light, trees, wind, memory. I try to listen, and shape what I hear into words.
I was born in Italy, lived in Australia, and now make my home in New England. Along the way, I’ve carried voices with me—of people, places, seasons—all of it woven into my work. My writing tends to live in the in-between spaces: between presence and memory, silence and birdsong, what we know and what we feel but can’t quite name.
Nature is both my muse and my teacher. A rustle of leaves, the hush before snow, the way light moves across a room. These are often where the poems begin. My work has appeared in Humana Obscura, Stanchion, Prosetrics the Magazine, The Atlanta Review, among other literary journals.
If you're someone who’s always looking for meaning tucked inside small moments, I think you’ll feel at home here. These poems are a quiet offering, a way to slow down, look closer, and maybe remember what matters.
Thanks for reading. I’m glad you’re here.