Most read ▸Dave BontaHeat waveI am in the oven a whole month hungry I hunt a new country under the ice on my right eyeRead the poemLearn by heart
AnxiousDave BontaFlaquitoall the hip and hungry places force me to get bit my aches eating me full of talk about talk my head is all oven
ContemplativeDave BontaSelf-conscioustalking about abuse I see myself served by every body the only oven
AnxiousDave BontaDeath of a queenA candlestick coven over her oven, an ash and ham sandwich at table. How much fault was laid upon the doctor Death! Going to sea, the queen met her water.
SadDave BontaDown and outBroke, I look for a cell. A brave press of confidence could gin me— ice in an oven. I drink and talk.
CheerfulDave BontaPisceanan old fish I have my dinner in a jug talking about ice and who will give up all for the oven
CheerfulDave BontaChef in loveHis oven is calling to him like the clamor of things to a thief: a well-done supper in bed.