Jeffrey Bone
@nocureforchronic.bsky.social
To The Bone: Conversations on Pain, Illness, and Meaning (Spotify/Apple)
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To The Bone: Conversations on Pain, Illness, and Meaning
Health & Fitness Podcast · Updated Weekly · To the Bone with Dr. Jeffrey Bone is a podcast that goes beneath the surface of living with chronic pain and illness. Each episode brings honest, compassion...
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A November pumpkin
To point we need gloves
But we don’t have any
So we walk by, again and again
Gloves are on the list
As the pumpkin collapses into itself
Black hole of neglect
Maybe the coyotes will take it
To point we need gloves
But we don’t have any
So we walk by, again and again
Gloves are on the list
As the pumpkin collapses into itself
Black hole of neglect
Maybe the coyotes will take it
November 20, 2025 at 6:39 AM
A November pumpkin
To point we need gloves
But we don’t have any
So we walk by, again and again
Gloves are on the list
As the pumpkin collapses into itself
Black hole of neglect
Maybe the coyotes will take it
To point we need gloves
But we don’t have any
So we walk by, again and again
Gloves are on the list
As the pumpkin collapses into itself
Black hole of neglect
Maybe the coyotes will take it
“We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves.”
—Joan Didion
—Joan Didion
November 19, 2025 at 7:18 PM
“We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves.”
—Joan Didion
—Joan Didion
I’ve never made a mistake in a poem. I’ve only showed you I’m a real boy.
November 19, 2025 at 7:40 AM
I’ve never made a mistake in a poem. I’ve only showed you I’m a real boy.
A frozen moment
Standing over it now
Stuck in it
Echoing, yelling
Thought I’d be Atreyu
Destiny made me Artax
Standing over it now
Stuck in it
Echoing, yelling
Thought I’d be Atreyu
Destiny made me Artax
November 19, 2025 at 6:46 AM
A frozen moment
Standing over it now
Stuck in it
Echoing, yelling
Thought I’d be Atreyu
Destiny made me Artax
Standing over it now
Stuck in it
Echoing, yelling
Thought I’d be Atreyu
Destiny made me Artax
Why do I emphasize or encourage stories? Because one day I won’t. Enjoy the finite ride, there is a back cover to every book.
November 19, 2025 at 5:39 AM
Why do I emphasize or encourage stories? Because one day I won’t. Enjoy the finite ride, there is a back cover to every book.
Totally stolen from a video, but it ended with an amazing quote, “The worst kings are quiet.”
November 19, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Totally stolen from a video, but it ended with an amazing quote, “The worst kings are quiet.”
“It is strange indeed that illness has not taken its place with love and battle and jealousy among the prime themes of literature.” Virginia Woolf
November 19, 2025 at 3:43 AM
“It is strange indeed that illness has not taken its place with love and battle and jealousy among the prime themes of literature.” Virginia Woolf
Is it okay to feel bad for the grass
They grow as designed
Ask nothing in return
Victims to our subject perfection
Clipped for our own insecurities
They grow as designed
Ask nothing in return
Victims to our subject perfection
Clipped for our own insecurities
November 19, 2025 at 12:26 AM
Is it okay to feel bad for the grass
They grow as designed
Ask nothing in return
Victims to our subject perfection
Clipped for our own insecurities
They grow as designed
Ask nothing in return
Victims to our subject perfection
Clipped for our own insecurities
Everyone you meet is carrying a story they rarely get to tell. Slow down and listen.
November 18, 2025 at 4:07 PM
Everyone you meet is carrying a story they rarely get to tell. Slow down and listen.
November 18, 2025 at 3:30 PM
I bought it
Then broke it
Then bought it again
Never stopped paying
Due after due
Yet no one collected the tolls
So I broke it again
Left the cash on the table
Then broke it
Then bought it again
Never stopped paying
Due after due
Yet no one collected the tolls
So I broke it again
Left the cash on the table
November 18, 2025 at 8:00 AM
I bought it
Then broke it
Then bought it again
Never stopped paying
Due after due
Yet no one collected the tolls
So I broke it again
Left the cash on the table
Then broke it
Then bought it again
Never stopped paying
Due after due
Yet no one collected the tolls
So I broke it again
Left the cash on the table
It’s always the dream that keeps you diving back into the next poem
November 18, 2025 at 12:07 AM
It’s always the dream that keeps you diving back into the next poem
Hit the first note and the song will emerge.
November 17, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Hit the first note and the song will emerge.
Reposted by Jeffrey Bone
Storytelling isn’t just writing words on a page. There are many ways to share your truth and they all count. It also doesn’t need to be published or posted. It isn’t about monetize your story, the value is that you speak, not how it is spoken.
November 17, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Storytelling isn’t just writing words on a page. There are many ways to share your truth and they all count. It also doesn’t need to be published or posted. It isn’t about monetize your story, the value is that you speak, not how it is spoken.
Break my heart
Slide in hope with that gaze
Make me believe in all of it
Give it meaning with flesh and breath Having me believe I can dance
Let me feel a perfect ending
Right as a million shards explode
Swallowing the glass for supper
While think it was probably worth it
Slide in hope with that gaze
Make me believe in all of it
Give it meaning with flesh and breath Having me believe I can dance
Let me feel a perfect ending
Right as a million shards explode
Swallowing the glass for supper
While think it was probably worth it
November 17, 2025 at 8:06 AM
Break my heart
Slide in hope with that gaze
Make me believe in all of it
Give it meaning with flesh and breath Having me believe I can dance
Let me feel a perfect ending
Right as a million shards explode
Swallowing the glass for supper
While think it was probably worth it
Slide in hope with that gaze
Make me believe in all of it
Give it meaning with flesh and breath Having me believe I can dance
Let me feel a perfect ending
Right as a million shards explode
Swallowing the glass for supper
While think it was probably worth it
Illusions are painless for a reason
November 17, 2025 at 7:35 AM
Illusions are painless for a reason
Don’t assume a future, shape it.
November 17, 2025 at 7:09 AM
Don’t assume a future, shape it.
How many have deleted more poems than posted? Besides me.
November 17, 2025 at 5:56 AM
How many have deleted more poems than posted? Besides me.
Storytellers in every medium keep the light on.
November 17, 2025 at 5:34 AM
Storytellers in every medium keep the light on.
In the desert, you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
—America
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
—America
November 17, 2025 at 3:12 AM
In the desert, you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
—America
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
—America
“The wound is where the world enters you.” — Michael Eigen
You thought he would say light, but I read this as an opportunity to reduce the individual separateness the modern world fosters and open to a community through our imperfections.
You thought he would say light, but I read this as an opportunity to reduce the individual separateness the modern world fosters and open to a community through our imperfections.
November 16, 2025 at 7:03 PM
“The wound is where the world enters you.” — Michael Eigen
You thought he would say light, but I read this as an opportunity to reduce the individual separateness the modern world fosters and open to a community through our imperfections.
You thought he would say light, but I read this as an opportunity to reduce the individual separateness the modern world fosters and open to a community through our imperfections.