“I only read I books,”
she told me.
“I’ve tried the other kind.
They’re just not me.”
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“I only read I books,”
she told me.
“I’ve tried the other kind.
They’re just not me.”
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
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
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Oh oh oh! – I love it.