this never grows dull
though it’s always the same trick—
Drop your guard. Listen.
Blend sleepy mind paper pen.
Cook fast. Savor each small gift.
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
this never grows dull
though it’s always the same trick—
Drop your guard. Listen.
Blend sleepy mind paper pen.
Cook fast. Savor each small gift.
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 