Dave Bonta
@davebonta.bsky.social
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Poet and web publisher from the northern tip of southern Appalachia specializing in erasure poetry, ecopoetry, videopoetry and modern haiku. Books include Ice Mountain: An Elegy; Failed State: Haibun; and Breakdown: Banjo Poems. https://davebonta.com
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Bright periods alternate with gloom on a cool, cloudy morning, with an intermittent breeze paging through the tulip tree leaves. A sound like the clacking of a typewriter as a squirrel trots across the metal roof overhead.
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Bright periods alternate with gloom on a cool, cloudy morning, with an intermittent breeze paging through the tulip tree leaves. A sound like the clacking of a typewriter as a squirrel trots across the metal roof overhead.
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And since 1967, the Israeli government has withheld the bodies of more than 730 deceased Palestinians from their families.
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More than 9,000 Palestinians remain detained by the Israeli military across historic Palestine, including more than at least 450 children and 3,500 Palestinians held under administrative detention without charge.
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Heavily gray skies at mid-morning. A tree cricket trills in the garden—a bright drone note. The wind goes past, releasing a small crowd of yellow leaves.
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Heavily gray skies at mid-morning. A tree cricket trills in the garden—a bright drone note. The wind goes past, releasing a small crowd of yellow leaves.
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My new euphemism for taking a dump is 'publishing a truth social'. This morning I caught myself murmuring 'thank you for your attention to this matter' as I flushed it down.
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Steady rain from heavy clouds, with the seeming glow of orange and yellow leaves in lieu of a sunrise. A drenched gray squirrel beside the porch peers up at the sky.
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Steady rain from heavy clouds, with the seeming glow of orange and yellow leaves in lieu of a sunrise. A drenched gray squirrel beside the porch peers up at the sky.
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this is how i want to hear every opposition politician talking
grahamformaine.bsky.social
We have armed secret police kidnapping people off the street based on the color of their skin.

When we win: we will haul them before a Senate committee. The masks will come off. There will be consequences.
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From hard rain to a shimmer of drizzle to almost-sun by late morning, I have sat with a wounded foot propped up on the porch railing like an unlucky rabbit, taking whatever comes.
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From hard rain to a shimmer of drizzle to almost-sun by late morning, I have sat with a wounded foot propped up on the porch railing like an unlucky rabbit, taking whatever comes.
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I have that on my shelf but never read it. Maybe it's time.
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The gibbous moon high overhead gives a ghostly second life to the white snakeroot in the yard, its seedy inflorescences seeming to bloom again. Then an air-braking 18-wheeler bellows for the dawn, and they begin to fade.
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The gibbous moon high overhead gives a ghostly second life to the white snakeroot in the yard, its seedy inflorescences seeming to bloom again. Then an air-braking 18-wheeler bellows for the dawn, and they begin to fade.
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Cloudy and cold at mid-morning. The high lisp of a brown creeper at the woods' edge. In the distance, a gray squirrel is airing a complaint about a hawk.
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Cloudy and cold at mid-morning. The high lisp of a brown creeper at the woods' edge. In the distance, a gray squirrel is airing a complaint about a hawk.
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Cold, clear, and quiet except for the crow in the road when I came out, who took several, labored wingbeats to reach his high-pitched cry.
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Cold, clear, and quiet except for the crow in the road when I came out, who took several, labored wingbeats to reach his high-pitched cry.
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By next year at this time, I'll probably be babbling about how I have to learn to align my creative energies with the divine feminine. Pray for me.
Alive
In a world as full of beauty as it is of horror, gods exist so that people have somewhere to direct their gratitude for being alive.
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Early-morning rain past, a chill breeze stirs in the tulip poplar beside the springhouse, four-lobed leaves waving like jazz hands on a thousand-armed bodhisattva, some green, some yellow.
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Early-morning rain past, a chill breeze stirs in the tulip poplar beside the springhouse, four-lobed leaves waving like jazz hands on a thousand-armed bodhisattva, some green, some yellow.
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There is that. I am reading Marc McKee's great book Consolationeer this morning and feeling, yes, a little consoled, precisely because it is so eyes-open to the apocalyptic realities crowding into the frame.
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Hey Jim. Yeah, Fay's translations don't always do it for me, but I loved that one
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I looked to see how the 2017 book of #poetry I'm reading—CONSOLATIONEER by Marc McKee—was critically received & found this reviewer who read it on his daily commute in Chicago & realized that it illuminated his entire bus-riding experience
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Consolationeer by Marc McKee — Moonlighting
Reading  Consolationeer  in this setting, however, was a serendipitous exception. If you live in a major US city with an unreliable and unpleasant public transit system, I can’t recommend th...
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