Half-baked
Is to be
On the way
Between here
And there
Between raw
And well done
Between cool
Freshly stirred
And
Too hot to touch
Half-baked
Is to be
On the way
Between here
And there
Between raw
And well done
Between cool
Freshly stirred
And
Too hot to touch
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
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