In the sun’s house

Dave Bonta, , , ,

In the sun’s house we saw for the first time what a complete absence of nuance would look like. How irresistible it would be.

insomniac eyelids on strike for overtime

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Published by Dave Bonta

I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.

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