is an instruction the field
paid attention to
starting each morning’s project
with the simplest materials—
damp grass, clouds,
scattered leaves from sleepy trees
conspire to cover this particular canvas
in stripes of shadow and gold
is an instruction the field
paid attention to
starting each morning’s project
with the simplest materials—
damp grass, clouds,
scattered leaves from sleepy trees
conspire to cover this particular canvas
in stripes of shadow and gold
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