enthusiastic bits
of beer bottles
glitter the pavement
failed results
of someone’s
ill-fated
well meant
attempt
to capture another summer view
Last night’s sky so big the stars
shattered the container
dreaming in the gutter now
reflecting bits of cosmos
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: Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
Love, ‘glitter the pavement’!!!