When you are quiet
enough
by effort or its lack
quiet enough can lead you
to the middle of the forest
where you might disappear
or you might hear a
forgotten sound—this true, deep voice
both you and
(could it be)
some enormous
more?
When you are quiet
enough
by effort or its lack
quiet enough can lead you
to the middle of the forest
where you might disappear
or you might hear a
forgotten sound—this true, deep voice
both you and
(could it be)
some enormous
more?
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 Since 2014
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
Oh! Oh oh oh oh oh!
(Need I say more?)
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