Three days from the solstice,
& the shriveled leaf still smells
faintly of lemon.
Three days from the solstice,
& the shriveled leaf still smells
faintly of lemon.
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I'm Dave Bonta, a poet and literary magazine editor from the eastern edge of western Pennsylvania. For background on the site, see the About page. For more about me, see my Google profile.

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Qarrtsiluni, a literary magazine I co-edit
Festival of the Trees, a blog carnival I co-founded
Moving Poems, my daily compendium of video poems from YouTube, Vimeo, and beyond
The Morning Porch, Twitter-length prose-poems based on the view from my porch first thing in the morning
Woodrat Photoblog, "a midden of photos from a Pennsylvania mountaintop"
Shadow Cabinet, an online collection of my more recent poems
Spoil, an online collection of my older poems
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Pharyngula
Everything is fluid. Biology isn't about fixed and rigidly invariant processes — it's about squishy, dynamic, and interactive stuff making do.
Fragments from Floyd
Today, 92% of new American homes are air-conditioned, and most of the electricity to produce our cool air comes at the expense of Appalachian mountaintop coal, hence the paradox: greater indoor climate control contributes to an outdoor climate out of control.
Coyote Crossing
Worship isn't love. It's more like hatred. People worship you, they expect things in return for that worship. Handholding.
The Storialist
You are cautious
on your off day, creeping up to examine
your own moves and motives. Better to
hang back, wary, a dog sniffing at a stranger.
small change
I wish our hearts came equipped with their own larynx.
A boom box for the murmur of the eddy-riddled river.
The Rag and Bone Shop
There are people of river and
grass, and there are people of
concrete and glass.
Rosefire Rising
There is a memory of having been a mountain, complete with irony and the assumption of youthful arrogance, a sense of wholeness we did not recognize until it was lost. Once we are broken, it opens so many perspectives...
Dick Jones' Patteran Pages
But what can I tell you
about time that I would
have you know so soon?
Paula's House of Toast
I confess. I love the outer darkness.
Connaissances
My family were now alone in the cathedral as she sang to us, her lovely singing filling the vast echoey space. Her impromptu performance consisted of devotional songs which she had learnt this year before going on a choir tour in Belgium. The sound took on an immense physicality as it bounded out into the great amplifying chamber and reverberated back at varying intervals from the different enclaves of the church.
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OK
This is a really lovely page
And I’m saying so
Eureka! I found them!
Two phrases, “resident naturalist” and “whining gears in reverse”, were not to be found in any of the pockets of these archives, nor on any much-thumbed page. So vivid in my memory, yet so entirely absent I feared I was loosing my mind, but then, I cast off elsewhere into the brambles and old sheds of Plummer’s farmstead, and there, on the steps of the “The Morning Porch”, wreathed in crepuscular gloom, they sat, nearly side by side, little more than a week apart, soon to be steaming in the morning sun.
Thanks.
Yeah, neither the regular nor the advanced search will catch the stuff on my sidebar (Google might have it in cache, I suppose). The more logical way to display the Morning Porch content would be through a dedicated category outside the main loop – i.e. in its section of Via Negativa – but I like playing with Tumblr, and it’s much less effort. Sorry!
Didn’t mean to extract an apology! That separateness and “unsearchablility” made for a memorable hunting experience. I like it better than fine that “The Morning Porch” is a lean-to the visitor approaches from the front walk, and that it maintains the unremarkable silence that is unassailable by comment. Love the gloomy aerial backdrop on the twitter page. Though leafless, it pleases my lemur ancestors.
“Resident naturalist” is a very good one. I like to put an X on the spot where I find something like that.
Bill, I’m glad you’re enjoying the experiment. Know of any good artists who might be interested in collaborating on an eventual book? I’m thinking woodblock prints would be especially nice.
Wow! So you’re taking about a handmade book? I’ll ask the three people I know of who probably wouldn’t, but might know of printers who probably wouldn’t. I’m flattered, confused, and a little concerned for you that you think I could be of any use to you in all this.
I hear making woodcuts is pretty cheap. Hint. Hint. But it might take a few years to get used to things being backwards though.
A “Morning Porch” book?
Yes. Not a handmade book, simply an illustrated one.
I mention it to you, Bill, because I got the impression you spend a lot of time browsing art on the internet. I’m just looking for leads at this point.
Wow, I have qualities! Yes I have tossed away days of sunshine, but looking at stone art almost exclusively. Wood-cuts I don’t know from, but I am very happy to ask around.
Small but pretty much perfectly formed.
Thanks, Dick.