The idea was cheer
in the middle of winter
but these photos
drenched in plastic sheen
shine that’s true and bright
but nowhere is that fat bee
from the real garden
so heavy his body
bending each blossom
to the warm ground
The idea was cheer
in the middle of winter
but these photos
drenched in plastic sheen
shine that’s true and bright
but nowhere is that fat bee
from the real garden
so heavy his body
bending each blossom
to the warm ground
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