Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
the descent beckons
in three directions
old charcoal haul roads
crossroads deep in moss
a ladder of fungi climbs
a nearby snag
namaste means
I bow to the divine in you
lightning-struck oak
it’s not true
that lightning never strikes twice
spears of heartwood
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).