Willingly or not
I am a student of Teenglish—
perpetual translation
in a class that never ends
Today’s phrase is
Awesome Sauce
for no reason except
a teenager
was carrying it around
all day long
and kept dropping it
over and over
and over
into my brain
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
Puff Of Smoke Poems 