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Mist and quarry noise. In my four-day...

Dave Bonta — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 12:55:35 +0000

Mist and quarry noise. In my four-day absence, green has drained from the trees, and the aliens in my yard have put up three blue flowers.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 12:53:56 +0000

The rhythmic thumping of a monstrous digger at the quarry two miles away. My father hollers from his front porch to come look at a mole.

Dave Bonta — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 13:01:50 +0000

Fog in the treetops, lit up by the sun. Wingbeats of a large bird. The distant chirping of quarry trucks in reverse, one high, one low.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 16:02:18 +0000

A loud blast from the quarry two miles away: the kind of literal “terrorist attack on American soil” nobody but the neighbors ever mentions.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 14:10:28 +0000

A distant quarry truck’s reverse beeper has gone bad, and trills just like a digital alarm clock. Dueling chickadees tumble through the air.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 13:20:28 +0000

White bars of frost where shadows span the yard. I listen to the roar of the nearby quarry, outpost of a Republican money machine.

Dave Bonta — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 12:38:14 +0000

Overcast and cool, with the beeping of quarry trucks. A pair of cardinals land above the dry creek bed, exchange a few chirps, and fly off.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 14:05:48 +0000

Quarry noise. What good are holidays if we can’t at least have some quiet? I concentrate on the dove wings’ one-note flutes, imagine angels.