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July 22, 2015 by Dave Bonta

A rare fine day—everything’s so clear, so bright! An enormous horsefly lands on my leg and for a long moment I study the blade in its mouth.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags horsefly
July 20, 2012 by Dave Bonta

A deer leaps and twists in the tall grass to elude a fly, his damp pelt pale as a salmon, hoarse breathing just audible above the rain.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags deer, horsefly, rain 2 Comments
July 17, 2012 by Dave Bonta

An enormous horsefly patrols the porch railing, gray and golden hairs shining in the sun. The faint croaks of a raven somewhere to the west.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags horsefly, raven
August 4, 2011 by Dave Bonta

From the paper mill, the mournful note of the Protestant call to work. I watch an enormous horse-fly on the porch ceiling, ready to sprint.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags factory whistle, horsefly 1 Comment
August 19, 2009 by Dave Bonta

A horse fly—rare visitor—rides my parents’ car down the road, then follows me onto the porch. It takes two flyswatter blows to do her in.

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