is tart lemonade and a blue plate of sugar cookies sprinkled with colored crystals, eaten on the front porch, frosty glass perched on the wide railing, cookie on a paper napkin crumbs dropped for the ants (all business, as usual) to cart away.
is tart lemonade and a blue plate of sugar cookies sprinkled with colored crystals, eaten on the front porch, frosty glass perched on the wide railing, cookie on a paper napkin crumbs dropped for the ants (all business, as usual) to cart away.
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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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: Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment