dreamed I tucked my heart
away, outside my body,
into a blue pottery mug
usually reserved for pens
and loose coins
Crooked-cut
from red construction paper
small and bendable
it could fit anywhere
I chose to send it
dreamed I tucked my heart
away, outside my body,
into a blue pottery mug
usually reserved for pens
and loose coins
Crooked-cut
from red construction paper
small and bendable
it could fit anywhere
I chose to send it
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