This season abides
in a box labeled Endure
Beneath the lid, cold
beauty, fairy lights,
cozy treasures
but still
the box is unwieldy
oddly shaped it fits
none of our shelves
being much too large
and every white corner
stretches too far
This season abides
in a box labeled Endure
Beneath the lid, cold
beauty, fairy lights,
cozy treasures
but still
the box is unwieldy
oddly shaped it fits
none of our shelves
being much too large
and every white corner
stretches too far
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