Dave Bonta
@davebonta.bsky.social
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.
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Gloomy and still. The faint rattle of something like rain, that soon turns into something like snow and peters out. A distant honking of geese.
Gloomy and still. The faint rattle of something like rain, that soon turns into something like snow and peters out. A distant honking of geese.
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Gloomy and still. The faint rattle of something like rain, that soon turns into something like snow and peters out. A distant honking of geese.
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November 30, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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Gloomy and still. The faint rattle of something like rain, that soon turns into something like snow and peters out. A distant honking of geese.
Gloomy and still. The faint rattle of something like rain, that soon turns into something like snow and peters out. A distant honking of geese.
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Gloomy and still for the opening day of regular firearms season for deer. Every ten minutes or so, another boom. A raven flies over with another in close pursuit emitting what sounds like harsh laughter.
Gloomy and still for the opening day of regular firearms season for deer. Every ten minutes or so, another boom. A raven flies over with another in close pursuit emitting what sounds like harsh laughter.
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Gloomy and still for the opening day of regular firearms season for deer. Every ten minutes or so, another boom. A raven flies over with another in close pursuit emitting what sounds like harsh laughter.
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November 29, 2025 at 1:52 PM
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Gloomy and still for the opening day of regular firearms season for deer. Every ten minutes or so, another boom. A raven flies over with another in close pursuit emitting what sounds like harsh laughter.
Gloomy and still for the opening day of regular firearms season for deer. Every ten minutes or so, another boom. A raven flies over with another in close pursuit emitting what sounds like harsh laughter.
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Almost all this morning's voices belong to the wind, except for the nasal chirps of a white-breasted nuthatch somewhere. Snow flies back and forth, never seeming to land.
Almost all this morning's voices belong to the wind, except for the nasal chirps of a white-breasted nuthatch somewhere. Snow flies back and forth, never seeming to land.
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Almost all this morning's voices belong to the wind, except for the nasal chirps of a white-breasted nuthatch somewhere. Snow flies back and forth, never seeming to land.
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November 28, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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Almost all this morning's voices belong to the wind, except for the nasal chirps of a white-breasted nuthatch somewhere. Snow flies back and forth, never seeming to land.
Almost all this morning's voices belong to the wind, except for the nasal chirps of a white-breasted nuthatch somewhere. Snow flies back and forth, never seeming to land.
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Heavy gray skies and a bitter wind drop snowflakes in my lap—little six-spoked wheels. A red squirrel at the edge of the porch looks annoyed to find me in its seat.
Heavy gray skies and a bitter wind drop snowflakes in my lap—little six-spoked wheels. A red squirrel at the edge of the porch looks annoyed to find me in its seat.
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Heavy gray skies and a bitter wind drop snowflakes in my lap—little six-spoked wheels. A red squirrel at the edge of the porch looks annoyed to find me in its seat.
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November 27, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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Heavy gray skies and a bitter wind drop snowflakes in my lap—little six-spoked wheels. A red squirrel at the edge of the porch looks annoyed to find me in its seat.
Heavy gray skies and a bitter wind drop snowflakes in my lap—little six-spoked wheels. A red squirrel at the edge of the porch looks annoyed to find me in its seat.
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The rain peters out not long after sunrise. Fog retreats up the hill. A ladybird beetle wanders the folds of my barn coat.
The rain peters out not long after sunrise. Fog retreats up the hill. A ladybird beetle wanders the folds of my barn coat.
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The rain peters out not long after sunrise. Fog retreats up the hill. A ladybird beetle wanders the folds of my barn coat.
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November 26, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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The rain peters out not long after sunrise. Fog retreats up the hill. A ladybird beetle wanders the folds of my barn coat.
The rain peters out not long after sunrise. Fog retreats up the hill. A ladybird beetle wanders the folds of my barn coat.
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Beautiful thought and writing. I feel so good after reading the Digest. Giving thanks to Dave!
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November 25, 2025 at 8:36 PM
Beautiful thought and writing. I feel so good after reading the Digest. Giving thanks to Dave!
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Light rain as the sky grows light. Two screech owls call back and forth, trill answering quaver, just as the Carolina wrens do a few minutes later.
Light rain as the sky grows light. Two screech owls call back and forth, trill answering quaver, just as the Carolina wrens do a few minutes later.
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Light rain as the sky grows light. Two screech owls call back and forth, trill answering quaver, just as the Carolina wrens do a few minutes later.
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November 25, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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Light rain as the sky grows light. Two screech owls call back and forth, trill answering quaver, just as the Carolina wrens do a few minutes later.
Light rain as the sky grows light. Two screech owls call back and forth, trill answering quaver, just as the Carolina wrens do a few minutes later.
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November 25, 2025 at 1:15 AM
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Cloudless and still, except for the Amish men with nail guns firing into the roof of my mother's house. The sun clears the ridge. A saw sinks its teeth into a two-by-four.
Cloudless and still, except for the Amish men with nail guns firing into the roof of my mother's house. The sun clears the ridge. A saw sinks its teeth into a two-by-four.
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Cloudless and still, except for the Amish men with nail guns firing into the roof of my mother's house. The sun clears the ridge. A saw sinks its teeth into a two-by-four.
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November 24, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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Cloudless and still, except for the Amish men with nail guns firing into the roof of my mother's house. The sun clears the ridge. A saw sinks its teeth into a two-by-four.
Cloudless and still, except for the Amish men with nail guns firing into the roof of my mother's house. The sun clears the ridge. A saw sinks its teeth into a two-by-four.
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Overcast at sunrise, with just three small clouds turning pink. The top roof drips dew onto the porch roof: a rhythmless percussion. Each time I look up from my book, there's more blue.
Overcast at sunrise, with just three small clouds turning pink. The top roof drips dew onto the porch roof: a rhythmless percussion. Each time I look up from my book, there's more blue.
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Overcast at sunrise, with just three small clouds turning pink. The top roof drips dew onto the porch roof: a rhythmless percussion. Each time I look up from my book, there's more blue.
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November 23, 2025 at 1:06 PM
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Overcast at sunrise, with just three small clouds turning pink. The top roof drips dew onto the porch roof: a rhythmless percussion. Each time I look up from my book, there's more blue.
Overcast at sunrise, with just three small clouds turning pink. The top roof drips dew onto the porch roof: a rhythmless percussion. Each time I look up from my book, there's more blue.
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Drizzle at sunrise. Rain-slick tree trunks shine in their green sleeves of lichen. The sky shows signs of breaking up.
Drizzle at sunrise. Rain-slick tree trunks shine in their green sleeves of lichen. The sky shows signs of breaking up.
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Drizzle at sunrise. Rain-slick tree trunks shine in their green sleeves of lichen. The sky shows signs of breaking up.
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November 22, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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Drizzle at sunrise. Rain-slick tree trunks shine in their green sleeves of lichen. The sky shows signs of breaking up.
Drizzle at sunrise. Rain-slick tree trunks shine in their green sleeves of lichen. The sky shows signs of breaking up.
autumn deepens
autumn deepens
the cut in my foot has lost its red line
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November 21, 2025 at 1:41 PM
autumn deepens
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Thick fog. A screech owl trills, seemingly in answer to the wren. Then crows join the chat. The owl's trilling pauses, then resumes a quarter mile away.
Thick fog. A screech owl trills, seemingly in answer to the wren. Then crows join the chat. The owl's trilling pauses, then resumes a quarter mile away.
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Thick fog. A screech owl trills, seemingly in answer to the wren. Then crows join the chat. The owl's trilling pauses, then resumes a quarter mile away.
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November 21, 2025 at 12:32 PM
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Thick fog. A screech owl trills, seemingly in answer to the wren. Then crows join the chat. The owl's trilling pauses, then resumes a quarter mile away.
Thick fog. A screech owl trills, seemingly in answer to the wren. Then crows join the chat. The owl's trilling pauses, then resumes a quarter mile away.
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Freezing fog that lifts after sunrise into a gray woolen sky, leaving frosted branches for the squirrels—gray or red, cautious or pell-mell.
Freezing fog that lifts after sunrise into a gray woolen sky, leaving frosted branches for the squirrels—gray or red, cautious or pell-mell.
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Freezing fog that lifts after sunrise into a gray woolen sky, leaving frosted branches for the squirrels—gray or red, cautious or pell-mell.
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November 20, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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Freezing fog that lifts after sunrise into a gray woolen sky, leaving frosted branches for the squirrels—gray or red, cautious or pell-mell.
Freezing fog that lifts after sunrise into a gray woolen sky, leaving frosted branches for the squirrels—gray or red, cautious or pell-mell.
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An inch of wet snow, glowing like a second sky on every branch and twig. I catch a rare whiff of sewage from the treatment plant three miles away.
An inch of wet snow, glowing like a second sky on every branch and twig. I catch a rare whiff of sewage from the treatment plant three miles away.
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An inch of wet snow, glowing like a second sky on every branch and twig. I catch a rare whiff of sewage from the treatment plant three miles away.
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November 19, 2025 at 1:34 PM
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An inch of wet snow, glowing like a second sky on every branch and twig. I catch a rare whiff of sewage from the treatment plant three miles away.
An inch of wet snow, glowing like a second sky on every branch and twig. I catch a rare whiff of sewage from the treatment plant three miles away.
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Cold and still. A sky etched with faintly pink contrails. The song sparrows sing in fragments, while the white-throated sparrows merely chirp.
Cold and still. A sky etched with faintly pink contrails. The song sparrows sing in fragments, while the white-throated sparrows merely chirp.
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Cold and still. A sky etched with faintly pink contrails. The song sparrows sing in fragments, while the white-throated sparrows merely chirp.
morningporch.com
November 18, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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Cold and still. A sky etched with faintly pink contrails. The song sparrows sing in fragments, while the white-throated sparrows merely chirp.
Cold and still. A sky etched with faintly pink contrails. The song sparrows sing in fragments, while the white-throated sparrows merely chirp.
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November 17, 2025 at 10:44 PM
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Over here, past midday, sun's lazy low, but still bright sharp through the now naked branches of November. Dunnocks, coal tits, and a robin - strutting like a blushed Napoleon - flick through the sunflower shells.
November 17, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Over here, past midday, sun's lazy low, but still bright sharp through the now naked branches of November. Dunnocks, coal tits, and a robin - strutting like a blushed Napoleon - flick through the sunflower shells.
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Partly clear and windy at sunrise. A sharp-shinned hawk comes in low over the houses, immediately attracts the attention of crows, and flees back north with three in hot pursuit.
Partly clear and windy at sunrise. A sharp-shinned hawk comes in low over the houses, immediately attracts the attention of crows, and flees back north with three in hot pursuit.
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Partly clear and windy at sunrise. A sharp-shinned hawk comes in low over the houses, immediately attracts the attention of crows, and flees back north with three in hot pursuit.
morningporch.com
November 17, 2025 at 12:55 PM
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Partly clear and windy at sunrise. A sharp-shinned hawk comes in low over the houses, immediately attracts the attention of crows, and flees back north with three in hot pursuit.
Partly clear and windy at sunrise. A sharp-shinned hawk comes in low over the houses, immediately attracts the attention of crows, and flees back north with three in hot pursuit.
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Wind and clouds and the clattering of treetops rocking out of sync. Two squirrels hunting the last unfallen acorns keep climbing into the top branches of a big red oak, hanging by their hind legs to peel their prizes.
Wind and clouds and the clattering of treetops rocking out of sync. Two squirrels hunting the last unfallen acorns keep climbing into the top branches of a big red oak, hanging by their hind legs to peel their prizes.
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Wind and clouds and the clattering of treetops rocking out of sync. Two squirrels hunting the last unfallen acorns keep climbing into the top branches of a big red oak, hanging by their hind legs to peel their prizes.
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November 16, 2025 at 1:07 PM
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Wind and clouds and the clattering of treetops rocking out of sync. Two squirrels hunting the last unfallen acorns keep climbing into the top branches of a big red oak, hanging by their hind legs to peel their prizes.
Wind and clouds and the clattering of treetops rocking out of sync. Two squirrels hunting the last unfallen acorns keep climbing into the top branches of a big red oak, hanging by their hind legs to peel their prizes.
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November 15, 2025 at 8:37 PM
I... forgot about Bad Brains?! But damn, 30+ years later, their music has aged WELL, y'all www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5Wk...
Bad Brains - Rise
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November 16, 2025 at 12:03 AM
I... forgot about Bad Brains?! But damn, 30+ years later, their music has aged WELL, y'all www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5Wk...
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5️⃣ JD Vance's half-brother, Cory Bowman, was crushed in his challenge Cincinnati's Democratic mayor Aftab Pureval.
His loss was unsurprising in this blue-leaning city.
But he lost 78% to 22%: That's the biggest margin in a mayoral race in Cincy since it started electing mayors directly in 2001.
His loss was unsurprising in this blue-leaning city.
But he lost 78% to 22%: That's the biggest margin in a mayoral race in Cincy since it started electing mayors directly in 2001.
November 9, 2025 at 9:28 PM
5️⃣ JD Vance's half-brother, Cory Bowman, was crushed in his challenge Cincinnati's Democratic mayor Aftab Pureval.
His loss was unsurprising in this blue-leaning city.
But he lost 78% to 22%: That's the biggest margin in a mayoral race in Cincy since it started electing mayors directly in 2001.
His loss was unsurprising in this blue-leaning city.
But he lost 78% to 22%: That's the biggest margin in a mayoral race in Cincy since it started electing mayors directly in 2001.
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A raven with something red in its beak. Three running deer causing a fourth to raise and lower her tail. Patches of gold appear among the clouds.
A raven with something red in its beak. Three running deer causing a fourth to raise and lower her tail. Patches of gold appear among the clouds.
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A raven with something red in its beak. Three running deer causing a fourth to raise and lower her tail. Patches of gold appear among the clouds.
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November 15, 2025 at 12:48 PM
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A raven with something red in its beak. Three running deer causing a fourth to raise and lower her tail. Patches of gold appear among the clouds.
A raven with something red in its beak. Three running deer causing a fourth to raise and lower her tail. Patches of gold appear among the clouds.