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I see it's out. I looked on Prime and PBS. Anyone know where to watch it?

On the list of memories; All kept as files on my head; Today the drawer opened And I got reminded of you; And …Of course …I got reminded of that taste …In my mouth, …When I tried to taste you. ..I got reminded of How it turned out, You were oranges and apricots, But of course made of plastic;

(The Daily Pull And Push In Feeling Alive)

By Bocephus Jackson, The Hemlock Bard, ©2026 Bocephus Jackson. All Rights Reserved

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“We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.” — Kenji Miyazawa

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The autumn sun amid chaotic waves,

Sets the scene for those unmoored,

Witnessing a lived life before the grave,

And meaning wanting to be explored.

“The fish aren’t biting, they rarely do,

A silk thread stare is a death threat,

I cause my own destruction, it's true,

Yet the act is a debt I don’t regret”

“It's a mortally meaningful distraction,

We serve and celebrate as we thrive,

Amid the strains lies our true passion—

The daily pull and push in feeling alive.”

“The tendency to grow numb with age,

Lingers with each one that gets away,

Yet, the actor cannot leave the stage,

Nor dismiss the unique role they play.”

“Sometimes a nibble becomes a catch,

So we hold fast to the line and wait,

Into the dawning sun as one will latch,

As a determined act not left to fate.”

“So test the waters and their currents,

Even when stuck in the wakes of loss,

Inevitably, there are some deterrents,

Even the Fisher of men on the cross.”

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“Even a river eventually finds the sea.” — Unknown

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Author’s Reflection

“The stage is a world of illusion; yet the life it portrays is very real.” — Laurence Olivier

To honor Paschal Triduum (the Three Days leading up to the ultimate act of devotion) on this Good Friday, I wanted to do something special. So when Ambar2 on Allpoetry sent me a kind comment about one of my pieces, I weaponized the opportunity.

By marrying both, I took an underdeveloped metaphor within their entire body of work, along with various adaptations of their verse, to craft this testament of faith and the love that readily embraces us, especially in those moments when we cannot feel its warmth.

So whether you are out there in the current or stuck in a wake, the Fisher of men can walk on water. So he’s got you. As always, I thank you for your time and kind consideration. Who knows, you might be the next to get the Bardic Inverse. Have faith. Back to work! Right then—

Gone fishing…

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“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” — Emily Dickinson

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©2026 Bocephus Jackson. All Rights Reserved