remember how to
eat breakfast alone
one small bowl
of strawberries
after you’ve gone
eaten while picturing
your late night arrival
at the other end of
this wide map
remember how to
eat breakfast alone
one small bowl
of strawberries
after you’ve gone
eaten while picturing
your late night arrival
at the other end of
this wide map
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