Most read ▸Dave BontaTablematesinvited to dinner by a fly this time of day I sing anything frivolous to my ginRead the poemLearn by heart
ContemplativeDave BontaImponderablethe settling of night into a hole or a fly onto its supper the same as asking a question in a prayer
ContemplativeDave BontaThose that from a long way off look like flieslike the cold leaving me how small the sight of ships
AnxiousDave BontaPurge (2)they renounce the brother nobody knows lock the doors to heaven I believe in the crowd but the crowd remains unsatisfied with our imperfect desires I walk on my bread and cheese a careful fly
RomanticDave BontaMultifacetedin matters of passion I should have been a fly I have grown many hands and eyes to meet the sweet weather of her selves