On the page
of our hearts
Through the hours
of this world
In the closets
of our minds
In the deep forests
of our souls
We do not
get to know
each other
until we do.
Our whole lives,
yours and mine,
page-turners
adventures always
in the now.
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
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