This life we wove as I raised you
fine wool of moments
into this pattern of what is
pattern of comfort knotted
to threads that trap us
hold us till we repeat
all our old mistakes
no matter how weary
the stitches are familiar
This life we wove as I raised you
fine wool of moments
into this pattern of what is
pattern of comfort knotted
to threads that trap us
hold us till we repeat
all our old mistakes
no matter how weary
the stitches are familiar
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
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment