Stop listening so hard
to the talktalktalk of What If
drowning out
wind through the leaves
of this summer’s maples
Stop listening so hard
to the talktalktalk of What If
drowning out
wind through the leaves
of this summer’s maples
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