Most read ▸Dave BontaPapersa nest of papers convenient as one’s own pale horse not yet dead but open to it an ink body to carry me away by nightRead the poemLearn by heart
CheerfulDave BontaTruismslock and own to lack is a sin a dull people are a content people at all the papers
ContemplativeDave BontaOutside influenceI walk to think to see clear on foot night fitting a paper multitude no mine back home where I might have gone
ContemplativeDave BontaWeather vaneI give directions to the wind I know the top of the hill in some respects better than it this vellum in a cathedral of paper
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
SadDave BontaOver-eaterI hate myself for my diet victualing as an offering my heart on paper exed out
SadDave BontaPaper pusherLord I am all morning thin paper and all afternoon work which is no book to be
AnxiousDave BontaImposter’s syndromeat a conference my paper tricks a blind hand into rising like a tick to see how simply I bleed