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Poet and web publisher from the northern tip of southern Appalachia specializing in erasure poetry, ecopoetry, videopoetry and modern haiku. Books include Ice Mountain: An Elegy; Failed State: Haibun; and Breakdown: Banjo Poems. https://davebonta.com
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Untitled Clear at dawn, with the bright crescent moon inching teeth-first through the treetops. A mourning dove plays a downbeat rooster.

new #poem "Bait and Switch Ritual" - part 10 in an ongoing series of absurdist rituals www.vianegativa.us/2025/02/bait...

39% of the detainees disappeared to the Guantanamo offshore prison were deemed "low threat" by the Trump administration. Some of the individuals being detained at Guantanamo did not cross illegally, legally requesting asylum at a port of entry.

“If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.” A classic quote from Malcolm X, who was assassinated 60 years ago today.

Untitled The sun! A robin answers the Carolina wren as a pileated woodpecker hammers away at a hollow black walnut tree.

I set up a Bluesky account for my website Moving Poems. Follow if you're interested in #videopoetry #cinepoetry & #poetryfilm - or just want to keep up with the best poetry videos on the web: @movingpoems.bsky.social

A videopoem addressing the political moment we find ourselves in by experimental video artist Dee Hood, a professor emerita at Ringling College of Art + Design in Sarasota, Florida. www.movingpoems.com/2025/02/no-a...

Untitled Gray skies and a bitter wind. Snowflakes keep finding the open book in my lap; I sweep them off with a glove before they can vanish into the ample whitespace surrounding the text.

new poem "Meanwhile" www.vianegativa.us/2025/02/mean... #nature #poetry #ecopoetry

Untitled An hour after sunrise and the squirrels are mostly back in their burrows. Weak sunlight on a snowfall fine as flour. A mourning dove calls.

Looking forward to this sequel to Penn State Press's earlier anthology COMMONWEALTH. This time, one of my friends in academia remembered to tell me about it, and I guess they were short on poets from my area, so I'm in with a poem referencing limestone quarrying.

Still, There are good things in this world. James Wright

And there it is. Same holds for activists, writers, "free speech" orgs, arts institutions and everyone else who has been silent for 15 months.

Untitled Cold, thinly overcast, and very quiet. The spot where the sun must be glows like a yellow door among the ridgetop trees.

Untitled Deep cold at dawn. Icicles hanging from the eaves bend this way and that. The trees creak and groan. The *chip, chip* of a cardinal waking up.

Another great curated list of poetry blogs:

This week in the poetry blogs w/ @willsjack.bsky.social @romanaiorga.bsky.social @kristybowen.bsky.social @shawnalemay.bsky.social @robmclennan.bsky.social @linarvitvideopoet.bsky.social @emmalee1.bsky.social @kent-nj.bsky.social @salenagodden.bsky.social 1/3 www.vianegativa.us/2025/02/poet...

Untitled The winds that buffeted the house all night have mostly retreated to the ridgetop—a distant roar. A few, yellow-bellied clouds add their scattered flakes to the windblown snow drifting atop the ice. I hear my mother on her back porch yelling at the squirrels.

relatable

Diving into the Wreck Adrienne Rich's powerful poem is more necessary than ever. There is so much wreckage — and so much need for divers.

Dear Democratic Party: why are you not screaming this from every rooftop? Why are you not holding press conferences with these poor fired people - putting a face on what the richest man is destroying?

Untitled Daybreak finds each twig and weed encased in a quarter inch of ice. Every five minutes, another crack or crash from up on the ridge. The fog thickens.

a poem I've been working on over the course of several walks this week www.vianegativa.us/2025/02/wint...

this is fucking insane

A faint shimmer of precipitation from a leaden sky. The vole in the yard is gathering more bedding. A white-throated sparrow sings once and falls silent.

Bluesky keeps breaking the automatic connections to my WordPress sites. Gotta give the edge to Mastodon there. It seems a lot more solid.

Twitter's Grok now does literary analysis of tweets with the click of a button. This is just the sort of fatuous, point-missing BS I can remember generating as a hung-over undergraduate student of comparative literature.

Untitled Rain falling on snow: a soft sound that slowly grows harder, like a fantasy evolving into a belief. The dark tree limbs still look dapper in their new white sleeves.

Untitled The slow fall of small snowflakes never quite stops. A squirrel with a half a tail bounds past, carrying his freshy disinterred breakfast: a black lump of frozen walnut.

fresh snow in flyover country nobody's tracks

Nate Silver: "You can be pro-capitalism or anti-oligarch, but the middle ground won't persuade voters." Thank you, Captain Obvious! I wish this were obvious to elected Dems, but they seem mainly to be upset that they are going to lose all of "their" billionaires to the other team.

Untitled Heavily overcast at sunrise. A meadow vole is busy with home improvement, popping out of the ground every minute or two to gather stiltgrass.

This week in the poetry blogs with @cbeditions.bsky.social @shawnalemay.bsky.social @robmclennan.bsky.social @katiemanningpoet.bsky.social @wendypratt.bsky.social @kimmoorepoet.bsky.social @richardjnewman.bsky.social @pearlpoet.bsky.social @kent-nj.bsky.social 1/3 www.vianegativa.us/2025/02/poet...

"Why keep blogging? Because the internet isn’t a walled garden, and it’s incomplete without your voice." —Guy LeCharles Gonzalez loudpoet.com/2025/02/08/w...

Finally managed to write a poem about the simple pleasure of a morning shower. www.vianegativa.us/2025/02/mome...

Untitled A dark sky at dawn with one bright gash. As it eases shut, an icy breeze springs up. The stream gurgles softly in its sleep.

just realized why the Internet seemed so sleepy this afternoon and evening! now i feel bad about bothering a support person at my webhost. though being a geek he might not might have been a football fan either