Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
This screen where I type is the only light
in my dark house
a fly walks up & down
& over the blinking cursor
last night I watched the sky for half an hour
& only saw two meteors
one text insertion point every 15 minutes
that’s no way to write
cursor is Latin: not one who curses
of course but one who runs
it’s the transparent sliding part
on a slide rule
a door disguised as a window
fooling only flies & stargazers
pick up your grave said Jesus
& follow me
Dave Bonta (bio) often suffers from imposter syndrome, but not in a bad way — more like some kind of flower-breathing dragon, pot-bellied and igneous. Be that as it may, all of his writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).