Over the past year since St. Valentine betrayed me and my marriage started falling apart, I’ve shed four stone walking it off. I feel so much lighter! Climbing hills no longer gets me out of breath. I almost bounce.
missing heartwood open to the winter and a wren
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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