putting on mascara
in the hurried
morning mirror
through the open window
roar of a motorcycle
putting on speed
both of us
preparing
to race up the hill
putting on mascara
in the hurried
morning mirror
through the open window
roar of a motorcycle
putting on speed
both of us
preparing
to race up the hill
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