Finally arrived,
the original boy band
sang all night outside our windows—
Spring peepers
waking up
to serenade the forest.
Finally arrived,
the original boy band
sang all night outside our windows—
Spring peepers
waking up
to serenade the forest.
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 Poetry Practice
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
