I stare at the wall
without focusing
until it doubles.
From the neighbors’ unseen backyard,
snatches of an English
I can’t quite follow.
A snail comes out of
its banded shell, eye-stalks stretching
in two directions.
I stare at the wall
without focusing
until it doubles.
From the neighbors’ unseen backyard,
snatches of an English
I can’t quite follow.
A snail comes out of
its banded shell, eye-stalks stretching
in two directions.
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).