Like so much else,
One batch of
Star-shaped cookies
Forgotten, burning
In the home ec oven
Like so much else,
One batch of
Star-shaped cookies
Forgotten, burning
In the home ec oven
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