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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Always love a dog poem, and this one goes to the heart of it, all that energy they have, especially young dogs, although snow brings out the puppy in them no matter what age. Black Dog has it’s own connotations too though and that provides a great contrast. X