Dave Bonta

Emergency Podcast: Iran, Israel, & Imminent Destruction | The Tim Dillon Show #486 YouTube video by The Tim Dillon Show

Excellent analysis of the Iran war with Ryan Grim and Jeremy Scahill of @dropsitenews.com www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lTk...

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Thick fog alive with robin and red-winged blackbird song. The spring gurgles under the yard. The wingbeats of a crow pass overhead.

The billionaires' eugenics project: how Epstein infiltrated Harvard, muzzled the humanities and preached master-race science Edge - Jeffrey Epstein's favourite intellectual salon - was sold to me as a gathering of the world's finest minds, writes Virginia Heffernan. The files reveal it was something far darker: a decades-lo...

Read @virginiaheffernan.bsky.social on the "intellectually insecure reactionaries" around Epstein. Much here that I did not know

www.thenerve.news/p/epstein-bi...

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Foggy and warm. Two nuthatches at the woods' edge tangle in mid-air, tumbling a dozen feet before retreating to separate tree trunks. Near the top of the big tulip tree, a gray squirrel is leaping from limb to limb.

'Pero él prefiere su estilo de vida
Habita el sí que está dentro del no'
—Ulalume González de León
Inhabiting the yes inside of every no is precisely what I aspire to! I am liking González de León's metaphysics in Plagios. She’s more to my taste in that regard than her colleague Octavio Paz.

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A mid-morning break in the rain. A red-winged blackbird calls once as the fog retreats to the ridgetop. Robins tut-tut. An altercation breaks out among the red-bellied woodpeckers.

Sure thing. Thanks for writing it.

You bet. Great piece.

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In thick fog, the bright flesh of lilac and tulip tree limbs barked by squirrels for their nests. The last few patches of snow look as bedraggled as old bandages.

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Rain at one degree above freezing. How sweet it must taste to the daffodil bulbs awakening in the thawed garden and the wild onions stirring at the meadow's edge.

You bet.

Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 9 A personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.

An inflamed labyrinth, rain falling on asphalt and more with @lesleymwheeler.bsky.social @renee-emerson.bsky.social @mariapopova.bsky.social @kristybowen.bsky.social @shawnalemay.bsky.social @robmclennan.bsky.social 3/3
www.vianegativa.us/2026/03/poet...

Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 9 A personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.

Death stuck in traffic, puritans vs. mermaids and more with @emmalee1.bsky.social @jannoble.bsky.social @jkepfer.bsky.social @velveteenrabbi.bsky.social @aempoet.bsky.social @djvorreyer.bsky.social @thepoetslizard.bsky.social @webbish6.bsky.social 2/3
www.vianegativa.us/2026/03/poet...

Poetry Blog Digest 2026, Week 9 A personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.

This week in the poetry blogs with @clareshawpoet.bsky.social @kimmoorepoet.bsky.social @richardjnewman.bsky.social @pearlpoet.bsky.social @kent-nj.bsky.social @danielghinds.bsky.social @salenagodden.bsky.social @suefinch.bsky.social @alinaetc.bsky.social 1/3
www.vianegativa.us/2026/03/poet...

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A white sky except where the sun blazes, whiter than white. A helicopter's loud, bladed flower. In its wake, the scattered cries of geese.

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The clouds begin to fray, letting the sun through. It's cold again. A small piece of sandstone sits on the end of my porch like a message, I'm not sure from whom.

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The croaking of ravens has given way to the yelling of crows. As the sun heats the porch roof, it begins to weep melted frost. Contrails linger in the sky like old scars.

Cheers Gerry.

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Not a cloud in the sky, and many of the scattered white patches on the ground won't last till tomorrow. The monotony of crow takes over from the monotony of a tufted titmouse.

So the Telegraph is taking this well

snow-covered mountains the paper plant's white plume

snow-covered mountains
the paper plant's
white plume

#haiku

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Bright sun in a cloudless sky at one degree above freezing. The spring has subsided to a hearty gurgle—the loudest thing once the cardinal falls silent.

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Five degrees above freezing, but snow goes on falling. A chipmunk runs from the woods' edge into the snowy garden, possibly on a hunt for love. The dripdripdrip of snowmelt onto the porch roof.

Such a great resource this... it gets my endorsement not simply because I made the list again but for the wealth and diversity of material Dave curates here each week...

Glad you like it! Cheers.

obviously, it's not just substack; there are some really good alternatives favored by people who have a problem with substack platforming Nazis. (Personally, I like that about them because it tells me that they're never going to censor any poem i might happen to post for graphic language etc.)

I guess the good news is the runaway success of some poetry blogs on substack, and the proliferation of other interesting literary blogs there. Obviously anyone who didn't get in early is going to have an uphill climb, but it's a platform with a lot of reach into the general public

Pic David Tapley

I should perhaps mention that 'frost heaves' are caused by cold weather causing upward swelling of soil as frozen water expands from below. Why walls in this part of the world need regular mending . . .

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Flurries starting in fifteen minutes, says the weather app, and fifteen minutees later the air is full of flakes wandering this way and that, every bit as sentient as AI bots. By the time they stop half an hour later, I'm a snowman. A squirrel carrying a walnut walks right under my chair.

cheers Ira