Misfit

This entry is part 9 of 16 in the series Postcards from a Conquistador

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with one quadrillion of his closest microbial friends --- a tight-knit, symbiotic community comprising some 500 different species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
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13 Responses to Misfit

  1. Lady P says:

    Bloody hell, Dave. I keep thinking they can’t get any better, and they keep getting better.

  2. Jo says:

    Wow. This one really disturbs me. It looks like flayed flesh and that last word really rings out.

  3. Beautiful and chilling all at once. Truly Exquisite. You make me want to write!

  4. Dana says:

    This is the coolest postcard poem ever.

  5. Lucy says:

    I think this might be the best so far…

  6. dale says:

    Beautifully done.

  7. Dave says:

    Well, damn. And here I almost didn’t post this one! Shows what I know. Thanks, y’all.

  8. Tammy Ho says:

    Captivating image and memorable words.

  9. SarahJ says:

    wow, is that stunning! It IS the coolest postcard poem ever. Love how the “stripped and beaten” appear to be the trees.

  10. beth says:

    Fantastic, Dave. Kind of reminded me of St. Sebastian!

  11. Dave says:

    Thanks, Tammy.

    SarahJ – FWIW, they’re actually weed stalks. It’s a semi-macro shot.

    beth – Bill (via email) made the same comparison. I told him I hadn’t remembered the name of the saint, but it did definitely evoke medieval religiosity for me.

  12. Michelle says:

    Brilliant, Dave. This is one of my favourites too.