I’ve always said she’s been a voice of reason

When times got so befuddled and rough

She’s been an artistic inspiration

A lyrical sister who knows her stuff

She’s got a passion for…ars poetica

She has been supportive and perceptive

Even when others have tried her patience

She’s been up-front, honest and…

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Across Multiverses

Somewhere out in the world right now

A woman is opening the door

Getting bad news as she holds her children

While somewhere in a different universe

She is welcoming her husband home

And maybe somewhere in the multiverse

He is still searching for her…

Somewhere in the world right now

A child is…

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Rewriting Memory

if time listened to me

I’d ask it to give me more time

so that all the happy memories feel strong longer

and last longer

to the point my soul would feel sublime

if time heard my reasons

then all the melancholic days would be a blast

everything sad would then be on the upside

with great…

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You are very much in my thoughts

and meditations…

You are one of the reasons I started

writing poetry again…

You are one of the best people

I ever knew…

I love you…

<#3

Rewriting Memory

There comes a time when we cross a certain threshold

Like reaching higher ground and seeing the road behind

It’s as if the map we held had several detours

Some were needless while trying to find peace of mind

And maybe those diversions were necessary

Sometimes guidance and advice will fall on deaf ears

But we…

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Lover’s Relief

Whirling ink blot across radar

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A Love Poem

A place in the heart a space in the heart

even after aeons of waves agains stone

still believe in soul mates and fate

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Rewriting Memory

“You must remember this…”

As the days fly away on the wings of old dreams

An impulsive memory returns and lingers

Those years are long gone and won’t stop for anyone

Like the sands of time slipping between our fingers

It abruptly rises from the caves of the mind

With fire and warmth reliving it once…

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In a Corner of Apparent Insignificance by Josh Bond

Somewhere, in a corner of

apparent insignificance
I found a piece of honey comb
stuck at the bottom of an old jar

reminded me of the generosity
often hidden in small events
popping into life unexpected
with secret serendipity

signals of a whole other universe
just a hair's breadth away…

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but I feel so low.

I wish I could fly,

but where would I go?

I’m just getting by,

but I want to grow.

Help me understand,

what I need to know.

April 1, 2026

The Craft:

Ars Poetika (This Art of Ours)

It is the art of finding the self, the art

under the surface

of

The art. The walk through the woods -
Walking

&

Talking. Hieroglyphs of bark: Stark.
Pathway through the trees

Leaves. Forgotten memories
Currents

&

Seas. Rising tides: Inside.
Treasures

&

Currencies. Teaching those reaching

for

Lantern…

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Hope, Faith, Love



In the Beginning there was
more than we could hope for
so hope was not needed, in
the beginning

In the Beginning we sat together
face to face
so faith was not needed either, in
the beginning

In the Beginning
... there was Love.

Upon Rocket Stove

A place, perfectly hidden, cave-like

containing outer space [Silence] wave

like – Wholly ensconced chamber

and manger – [Strangest of Strangers]
The animals know all, knowing of

the impending snow fall. To further [Ensconce]

Sound of vehicle, drifting into distance. Mind

Open, eyes closed, drifting without resistance:
Everything…

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What is Central is Transcendental

The odyssey of consciousness

Depths of sight and that which we sought to see
Everything scatters upon shadows shifts

Every happening occurs in scurrying obscurities

All surfaces are depths of symbols inviting seeing
Mechanism of multi tiered fusions
Each a frequency inside the revolution of light

Each…

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Living this Dream [Shadow]

Through the looking glass

of

The dream

of:

You. Sharp movement of pen

upon pearl white page.
You practice the practice of poetry,

craft of crafts. Connecting to

portals of existence, everywhere

a window.

Shutting out the sound of silence,

accessing the words of the

wilds, molding the writer’s chair

into a seat of power.

The…

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