ContemplativeDave BontaBody builderbody built of water which hand is first hand water built of ice and a little quiet
ContemplativeDave Bonta(In)attentivemind fixed on my art I have been silent and given little of myself the moon at noon is a brother to no one
ContemplativeDave BontaListening uphear how a raven can be true but broken how the quiet comes to speak privately like a kiss and art inside-out is heart once again
ContemplativeDave BontaHowling wildernesssnow is the first new world we howl at lying down in it at first without a sound
DreamyDave BontaRamifications of travelThe fabled decision tree dangles head-down, rootless on the blackboard in my dream. Each new pair of twigs reaches like a tuning fork into silence.
ContemplativeDave BontaContemplationseeing without breaking I practice for nothing more than the present like a sea fallen quiet with the settling of other lives
RomanticDave BontaSilence loverI drink her wine but not her coffee I am buying love not an ear evening comes with few words to my bed
SadDave BontaSeaside cottagetime to visit but no talk in us and the land becomes like company her house on the sand will make little use of it
SadDave BontaMutemorning put me into debt I surrendered my answers silent as money this heart little bull in a well
ContemplativeDave BontaIntrovertgentlemen of fine discourse like birds on a line I am silent with my memory of being stone
RomanticDave BontaAdriftI wake to her silence tired of being read by others her other face against my heart her body in my hands as bland as a letter from sea