In The Visible, we enter into a surreal landscape ""where it is neither day nor night / but both at once,"" where light becomes an imaginative force that both illuminates and obscures. The illegible draws us closer to the page -- the visible revealed, paradoxically, by what we cannot see.Though these formally restrained poems possess an abstract and introspective intensity, Bond grounds them in the everyday. Both vivid and speculative, the chiseled lyrics breathe. In My Mother's Closet, the pages of medical books become holy and horrendous, ""soiled at the corners, the mind's / terrific passages shocked with highlight, / glossed with scratches in a mother's hand.
