in the forest fires formaldehyde
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.
trailside stump
an emerald ash borer’s
whole journey
clearing wind
I’ve managed to escape my flies
hot bug summer
ten thousand wave in unison
on a beech twig
death cap
on the patio a party of one
the future
moving on without us fireflies
hairy thumbs of a hitchhiker
enchanter’s nightshade
the elf in myself
no one’s watching
pond scum
green bubbles from the frog who jumped in
river on a cloudy day
these groundless blues
on foot
the empty streets smell of rain
rough sleeper
in an alcove
stained glass
