[Down came the axe and found my head,
which made very pretty beef.
I stayed and played a dark stone,
being round and great.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 23 January 1659/60.
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).
Urk, Dave! Surprising…