Most read ▸Dave BontaBoilerplatea ready sermon to the yard in false Greek rain at nightRead the poemLearn by heart
ContemplativeDave BontaUnwindingday long as a sermon or a letter in clear ink so tomorrow might not appear where we drink
SadDave BontaWine-dark seaThe sea is great company but poor entertainment. We go out all in mourning, believing it a sermon and a pall.
AnxiousDave BontaSunday walkerNight welling up at noon, I walk west and hear a poor, dry sermon in a reed. I walk home to see who might hang himself.