Some days I wake as a woman lit up
with impractical plans
for printing off poems
by all my favorite poets,
folding them into origami birds
and traveling through the city
trailing paper birds, all colors,
hiding them in plain sight
for you to find.
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
MOSTLY MONTREAL, MOST OF THE TIME
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
What a lovely thought! š
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