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Explorer in the Undivided

Earth Cry

One Spark is a Galaxy

Worlds Out of Nowhere

Unforgiven Rapture

Collective Dream

Now That You Are Infinite

Transcendence of Fury

What Little I Know

One With the Never-ending

Earthbound Supernova

The Majesty of Destruction

In the Infinite Now

Why We Love Dogs (A Little Something in Celebration of National Dog Day)

Postcards from Eons Past (Images from the James Webb Space Telescope)

Sanctuary of Flame


Glistening in the Dark


On the Trail Between Orchids and the Otherworld

Words Like Smoke and Sand

The First Iris

The Totality of You

Winter Meditation

The Language of Wonder

Storms of Jupiter

Digital Chains

Plunging to Heaven

On the Shores of Cepheus

Why We Love Dogs (A micropoem)

Ascension in Gold

Crucible of Light

In the Last Green Hours

The Angels of Hawksbill Mountain

Beyond the Gates of Orion

Sanctuary Within

The Sacred Opulence of Abundant Joy

Sitting With Stars

Light of the Tempest


Follow the Birdsong

Celestial Rite

One More Moon Beside Me

Legacy of Ash

Born in a Field of Light

Resurrection in Albemarle County

Dialogue With Silence

Moving Past the Dream

Deadly and Merciful Blue

Sky Full of Legends

On the Border of Earth and Being

Who You Really Are

Council of Stars

Scattered As One

Unfinished Bridge To the Infinite

Scenes from Within

Moon of Secrets

Memories of the Kingdom

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Finding Religion in Sperryville

Theater of Shadow and Light

Sapphire Birth

Web of Infinity

Voices from a Choir of Stars

Traveler in the Unseen

Into the Silence

A Soft Ascent

Through a Sacred Forest

Innocent Questions

On the Bridge After a Storm

The Sound of Creation

Your Song in the Ivy

Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday

In a Moment of Understanding

April Snow

Symphony in Sable

Justice Denied



Plunging to Heaven

December is brutal art
crafted from gray sleep,
silver birth and
loss that turns to gold.

I've known passion that
wore my body like a
flaming robe,
that hunted
like a starving
ghost with claws and teeth.

The sky rolled down upon us,
perilous as trust, from
every hissing star we stole,
like Prometheus, from a
black and trembling night.

Love was glorious obliteration.

Love was a seething infinity
in a neutron—
crumbles of Time in each cell
and, of course,
never finished.

Now where
in my tiny winter
and sprays of white am I
supposed to fit these
still drumming through me
like a procession—
when every day was a poem
and not always lovely,
but it was familiar
and it rhymed
well enough.

Allow me entrance,
glittering unknown,
the unwritten in me,
all-consuming gaze of freedom,
terrible, dismantling, honeyed
adored and loathed angel
with all the best stories . . .

Without eyes, without feet,
I step into your howling,
empty air.

Upon the ruins
I build my true home.

Patricia Joan Jones

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