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.
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.
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
MOSTLY MONTREAL, MOST OF THE TIME
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
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
