Not like any poem
I’d want to read,
these restless pacing cats
roam my living room
and circle in my head
both of us quiet and agitated
as we try to stir up something—
words or the memories of mice.
Warped art of this moment
Not like any poem
I’d want to read,
these restless pacing cats
roam my living room
and circle in my head
both of us quiet and agitated
as we try to stir up something—
words or the memories of mice.
Warped art of this moment
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