Dave Bonta
@davebonta.bsky.social
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
Cloudy and humid, with a steady stream of goldfinch and Carolina wren chatter. The sun appears through a hole in the clouds and multiple holes in the forest canopy to strike my face, summoning the demon of a sneeze.
Cloudy and humid, with a steady stream of goldfinch and Carolina wren chatter. The sun appears through a hole in the clouds and multiple holes in the forest canopy to strike my face, summoning the demon of a sneeze.
morningporch.com
Happy #SocialistSunday everyone. Today’s problems in our society can be traced back directly to the premiership of Thatcher. #SocialistSunday #Thatcher
Cold and clear, with dew dripping from the sun-struck roof. The dying lilac is re-greening with bindweed: ladders of heart-shaped leaves. In the woods, between sunbeams, a pewee's bent note.
Cold and clear, with dew dripping from the sun-struck roof. The dying lilac is re-greening with bindweed: ladders of heart-shaped leaves. In the woods, between sunbeams, a pewee's bent note.
morningporch.com
This week in the poetry blogs with @alinaetc.bsky.social @grimalkingerry.bsky.social @clareshawpoet.bsky.social @kent-nj.bsky.social @encyclopaediac.bsky.social @matriches.bsky.social @samrasnake.bsky.social @suefinch.bsky.social @garybarwin.bsky.social 1/3 www.vianegativa.us/2026/08/poet...
Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 31
A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere.
vianegativa.us
Leaked memo shows Republicans privately see Francesca Hong as "uniquely dangerous" in the general election & that “more moderate and establishment Democratic alternatives would likely produce lower base motivation and depressed turnout": www.kenklippenstein.com/p/will-franc...
Will Francesca Hong and Abdul El-Sayed Get Elected?
Washington's plan to block them
kenklippenstein.com
Breezy, cool, and very damp. A fledgling chipping sparrow at the woods' edge chirps nearly non-stop, pausing only when the sun comes out for a few seconds.
Breezy, cool, and very damp. A fledgling chipping sparrow at the woods' edge chirps nearly non-stop, pausing only when the sun comes out for a few seconds.
morningporch.com
o tight fold for #smallpoemsunday, an erasure using a page from Ali Smith's "The Accidental." @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
A shower tapering off into birdsong. The tulip tree sapling in my yard dances in a light breeze, beads of rain sliding across its leaves but holding on. The sky darkens for another shower.
A shower tapering off into birdsong. The tulip tree sapling in my yard dances in a light breeze, beads of rain sliding across its leaves but holding on. The sky darkens for another shower.
morningporch.com
Apparently I am the same age as the term “found poem” www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/f...
Cool and still, with a white sky and feeble sun. The jewelweed in the dripline of the porch has grown tall enough that I can see as well as hear the occasional hummingbird visitor, sipping nectar from bright orange goblets. At the other end of the yard, all the lilac leaves are turning brown.
Cool and still, with a white sky and feeble sun. The jewelweed in the dripline of the porch has grown tall enough that I can see as well as hear the occasional hummingbird visitor, sipping nectar from bright orange goblets. At the other end of the yard, all the lilac leaves are turning brown.
morningporch.com
sunlit trail the Brownian motion in a cloud of gnats ... www.vianegativa.us/2026/07/tom-...
Tom Thwaites Footpath: a haiku sequence
sunlit trail the Brownian motion in a cloud of gnats
vianegativa.us
Clear, cool, and breezy—a week to the day after our last dry high. Six crows sit on dead branches atop the two tallest locust trees in the yard. One minute past sunrise, they look all around, shift on their perches, and take flight.
Clear, cool, and breezy—a week to the day after our last dry high. Six crows sit on dead branches atop the two tallest locust trees in the yard. One minute past sunrise, they look all around, shift on their perches, and take flight.
morningporch.com
An hour after sunrise the sky darkens again. At the first close rumble of thunder, a fawn leaps up out of the meadow and dashes into the woods.
An hour after sunrise the sky darkens again. At the first close rumble of thunder, a fawn leaps up out of the meadow and dashes into the woods.
morningporch.com
This week in the poetry blogs with @lisamariebasile.bsky.social @jillpearlman.bsky.social @aempoet.bsky.social @lesleymwheeler.bsky.social @wendypratt.bsky.social @adamcairnspoet.bsky.social @victoriamoul.bsky.social @sallythomasnc.bsky.social 1/3 www.vianegativa.us/2026/07/poet...
Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 30
A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere, including Substack.
vianegativa.us
I’m the featured poet today at X. P. Callahan’s Diary Poems. The title of the poem is “To Karen, Who Molested Me” and the subject is what it says, so be aware before you jump in. Many thanks to X. P. for publishing this. open.substack.com/pub/xpcallah...
7.27.2026
FEATURED POET: BRIAN SPEARS
open.substack.com
Sunny and cool. I happen to spot a moment of tenderness between hummingbirds: he buzzing back and forth a few inches from her perch in the eastern red cedar, she tilting her head back for a lightning-fast meeting of tongues.
Sunny and cool. I happen to spot a moment of tenderness between hummingbirds: he buzzing back and forth a few inches from her perch in the eastern red cedar, she tilting her head back for a lightning-fast meeting of tongues.
morningporch.com
Overcast and cool. The aspen sapling in my yard is wound around with bindweed, I notice, and I spend a few minutes removing it—unwinding, as it were. The leaves trembled as only an aspen can do.
Overcast and cool. The aspen sapling in my yard is wound around with bindweed, I notice, and I spend a few minutes removing it—unwinding, as it were. The leaves trembled as only an aspen can do.
morningporch.com
Another clear, autumnal morning, with the temperature around 12C. The grinder at the quarry is having its breakfast of limestone. I marvel at the flies coming to life as the sun strikes.
Another clear, autumnal morning, with the temperature around 12C. The grinder at the quarry is having its breakfast of limestone. I marvel at the flies coming to life as the sun strikes.
morningporch.com
Overcast and cool. A rain shower comes rustling through the grass as a pileated woodpecker drums up on the ridge. I crush a mosquito, but not before she has bequeathed to me her itch.
Overcast and cool. A rain shower comes rustling through the grass as a pileated woodpecker drums up on the ridge. I crush a mosquito, but not before she has bequeathed to me her itch.
morningporch.com
Overcast and cool. Here and there, black walnut leaves are beginning to yellow. A deer foraging at the woods' edge breaks into a trot to try to escape her flies.
Overcast and cool. Here and there, black walnut leaves are beginning to yellow. A deer foraging at the woods' edge breaks into a trot to try to escape her flies.
morningporch.com
This week in the poetry blogs with @aempoet.bsky.social @clareshawpoet.bsky.social @suefinch.bsky.social @lauragraceweldon.bsky.social @billymills.bsky.social @emmalee1.bsky.social @mayacpopa.bsky.social @iralightman.bsky.social @robmclennan.bsky.social 1/2 www.vianegativa.us/2026/07/poet...
Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 29
A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere, including Substack.
vianegativa.us
Cool and clear, with sound out of the east: the beeping of quarry trucks and a loud scraping of metal on rock as the sun makes its way through the canopy, prompting a burst of song from a common yellowthroat.
Cool and clear, with sound out of the east: the beeping of quarry trucks and a loud scraping of metal on rock as the sun makes its way through the canopy, prompting a burst of song from a common yellowthroat.
morningporch.com
Cool and clearing after yesterday's storms. A red-bellied woodpecker calls from a dead limb at the top of the tallest black locust, making it sway. Below him on another dead branch, a fledgling is being fed by its mother.
Cool and clearing after yesterday's storms. A red-bellied woodpecker calls from a dead limb at the top of the tallest black locust, making it sway. Below him on another dead branch, a fledgling is being fed by its mother.
morningporch.com
Breezy and cool, with the smell of smoke a bit diminished. The patter of rain. Three yellow walnut leaves flutter to the ground together. A rumble of thunder.
Breezy and cool, with the smell of smoke a bit diminished. The patter of rain. Three yellow walnut leaves flutter to the ground together. A rumble of thunder.
morningporch.com
fire sun the far forests burning in my throat
fire sun
the far forests burning in my throat
woodrat.vianegativa.us
A plein air painting of the sunrise from my front yard this morning. The Canadian wildfire haze was so thick I could just look directly at the sun. 8”x6” Oil on cradled wood panel (plein air)
Unseasonably cool with the pall of wildfire smoke over the region. It is as thick as a thin mist and burns my throat. But even though their sun is a lurid red, the goldfinches and a common yellowthroat keep singing.
Unseasonably cool with the pall of wildfire smoke over the region. It is as thick as a thin mist and burns my throat. But even though their sun is a lurid red, the goldfinches and a common yellowthroat keep singing.
morningporch.com
