Back home each night, unpack lunch box,
backpack, briefcase, and the day’s gathered
bag of images tumbles out swims into
dreams rolls beneath the couch
settles into corners like feathers
dust and crumbs all for you to write down
Back home each night, unpack lunch box,
backpack, briefcase, and the day’s gathered
bag of images tumbles out swims into
dreams rolls beneath the couch
settles into corners like feathers
dust and crumbs all for you to write down
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