Look here, this
white bowl full
of lemons
taut pebbled skin
holding a core
pure essence of
Bitter Sweet
sudden swooping nostalgia
on a sunny day
Life of pucker and joy
Look here, this
white bowl full
of lemons
taut pebbled skin
holding a core
pure essence of
Bitter Sweet
sudden swooping nostalgia
on a sunny day
Life of pucker and joy
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
