next to the potted lavender
One dandelion blooms
(because) no one ever told her
she wasn’t a flower
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next to the potted lavender
One dandelion blooms
(because) no one ever told her
she wasn’t a flower
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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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
Puff Of Smoke Poems 