hurrying to the car,
so early that stars are still
visible my pink skirt
brushes against the garden
sets late-blooming cosmos to sway
hurrying to the car,
so early that stars are still
visible my pink skirt
brushes against the garden
sets late-blooming cosmos to sway
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