without peaks
keep going
Author: 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.
moon on ice
moon on ice
that emphatic
WHO-all
no visitors
to track up my snow
mourning dove wings
lost
idiolect are you
my mutter
snowfall
imagine being buried
in a blank page
January
the shrinking circle
of my needs
distant gunshots
the new tattoo
has turned scaly
growing needles
in an icy fog—
perjury charges
out before dawn
the perfect fit of foot
to footprint
American bittersweet
the great poet’s death
trending on Twitter
mountain gorge
we climb to gaze at the stream’s
effortless descent
power plant plumes
dead broomsedge hissing
in the ridgetop wind
