distant, keeps odd hours. A foreigner, regarded with a mixture of bemused tolerance and mistrust.
Author: Dave Bonta
I'm the author of several books of poetry, including Ice Mountain: An Elegy, Breakdown: Banjo Poems, and Odes to Tools, but my real work is at my long-running literary blog Via Negativa, where I'm currently creating erasure poems from every entry of the Diary of Samuel Pepys. I'm also the editor and publisher of Moving Poems, a blog showcasing the best poetry videos on the web.
this must be the place
the black-throated green warbler
is whispering
more dead children
I go for a walk in rain
that should be snow
The tree caught in a tree cannot be untreed except by rot.
This is a proverb from some far-away land where the Peter principle does not apply, and only the least competent are entrusted with the most important jobs.
another year gone
the traditional sauerkraut
salty as tears
Say what you will about the lizard brain;
it would be useful to have an unblinking third eye to keep track of the sun.
At the encampment of the damned,
there’s so much less fornication than at the encampment of the saved.
