The first day of spring.
Too distracted to look
for robins in the yard
but time enough
to store away small facts:
For example,
Ibsen, as a young boy
living poor in the country
performed magic tricks
to distract himself from
Real Life. Some tricks
never grow old.
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 Poetry Practice
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
