OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
Misfit
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. Here’s a bio. All of my writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, my name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact me for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).
Bloody hell, Dave. I keep thinking they can’t get any better, and they keep getting better.
Wow. This one really disturbs me. It looks like flayed flesh and that last word really rings out.
Beautiful and chilling all at once. Truly Exquisite. You make me want to write!
super.
This is the coolest postcard poem ever.
I think this might be the best so far…
Beautifully done.
Well, damn. And here I almost didn’t post this one! Shows what I know. Thanks, y’all.
Captivating image and memorable words.
wow, is that stunning! It IS the coolest postcard poem ever. Love how the “stripped and beaten” appear to be the trees.
Fantastic, Dave. Kind of reminded me of St. Sebastian!
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.
Brilliant, Dave. This is one of my favourites too.