Most read ▸Dave BontaMutemorning put me into debt I surrendered my answers silent as money this heart little bull in a wellRead the poemLearn by heart
DreamyDave BontaArtistThis morning too was art, a ship for a seal. I walked back to where I had long thought to live: in error, like the bull at home on foot.
CheerfulDave BontaNursery rhymeI went to my office, I went to the palace— a swan to the swan. I brought a bull to the chamber and rattled the crown.