the very trees are smothered
in historic moss
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.
Immersed in a language you don’t understand,
you become even more attuned to the music of speech and the dark magic of writing.
A dream is like a small animal that disappears when you chase it
but will come back if you offer it food.
Unlettered in death,
we are immune to even the most appalling cliches.
border terrier
this time I only merit
a brief sniff
on the morning
of my departure
leaves bordered in frost
