My shiny new words of the day–
an academic discipline
which studies old,
abandoned knowledge
once common as
alchemy and magic but
swept aside now,
episodes the world
would just as soon forget
like history’s hair in a bad photo
buried in the high school yearbook
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
