About Sam Aureli

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. A whisper from the Earth itself.

Hi, I’m Sam—a poet drawn to those fleeting, quiet moments when the world seems to speak. I try to listen closely, and shape what I hear into words. My work lives in the in-between spaces—between seasons, between silence and birdsong, between presence and memory.

Born in Italy, shaped by many landscapes, and now rooted in New England, I carry the voices of my past—places, people, and moments—woven into my work. My poetry walks the edge of what is seen and unseen, speaking to love’s delicate truths, the wild grace of nature, and the courage it takes to live a tender-hearted life.

Nature is my muse and my teacher. The rustle of autumn leaves, the hush before snow, the shifting light on a mountain ridge—these are the places where poems begin for me. My writing, published in Humana Obscura, Stanchion Zine, and Sidhe Press, among other literary journals, is rooted in these rhythms. It’s an invitation to slow down and tune in to the deeper music all around us.

Here, among the verses, you might find the turning of leaves, the softness of light at dusk, or the aching joy of being alive. It’s a small offering, but I hope it’s enough to remind you to look closer, linger longer, and always—always—listen.

Echoes of the Earth is where I share that work. Whether you’re a fellow poet, a lover of quiet trails, or simply passing through—welcome. Let’s listen, together.