Most read ▸Amy LowellA LoverIf I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter.Read the poemLearn by heart
SadDave BontaDevoutI am all alone with her letters in the evening her old talk upon every object dead letters that call to my pen so close
DreamyDave BontaStuck in the pastwriting letters to her I slept on silk and would not go out my mind turned to amber like the evening
SadDave BontaDeracinatedin our paper office in our cleared wood that only mind will ever own where to write letters home to
AnxiousDave BontaDebtorthe debts I shed eat one little bit of me they come for an account of my general fear and I a broke bard change it into more useful letters
SadDave BontaPurple heartedthe war ended some other me we were as one in the assignment of heart having seen the way to write letters home
ContemplativeDave BontaNo newsa morning empty as the paper a paper that is not paper I look at the weather and letters last the paper is a thin sharp nest any difference between us is now a new word
DreamyDave BontaFuture-proofingpassionate as a river empty of boats holding a wine glass for rain and a napkin for ink I made an end of my letters and died in her bed
RomanticDave BontaGreenwashinggreen ink at the office life should not be less than half hope deer in the garden a letter to my wife telling her my mind
DreamyDave BontaStrigiformalismice letters close all day night striking out at noon in the owl’s poems