When the label has been removed, you must
peel back the jagged metal lid of poetry
peek inside to see what it holds
peaches or sardines or buttercream
all delicious
all capable of being
Savored
When the label has been removed, you must
peel back the jagged metal lid of poetry
peek inside to see what it holds
peaches or sardines or buttercream
all delicious
all capable of being
Savored
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