Before my salad days, I was sour as cabbage…
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.
wandering
through the hair on my arm
autumn mosquito
Curl of an ache: six haiku
trail
turning dappled salamander
tail
my tormenters
drowning in my tea
such minor sorrows
where they felled it
the paper mill chimney’s last cloud
in the green eyes of an indoor cat
trees with feathers
inchworm
in the afterlife’s pale beauty
in a wilderness of its own corpses
American chestnut
pixie cup lichens
watching where i step
old metal
weathering into a meadow
attention
turning to another world the thump of roadkill
the crack where light comes in
splitting a seed
