not the world which fails
but some small hard knot
Inside each of us, now
and then the part of us
that turns away the part
clutches hard the part
keeps you and I
apart
not the world which fails
but some small hard knot
Inside each of us, now
and then the part of us
that turns away the part
clutches hard the part
keeps you and I
apart
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