The ones who wander
restless all night in the streets
Oh, the ones we secretly loved best of all
the ones who won’t be tamed or contained
the ones who run wild
The ones who wander
restless all night in the streets
Oh, the ones we secretly loved best of all
the ones who won’t be tamed or contained
the ones who run wild
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