early November
tentative snow falls
in small steps, straight lines
like someone long away
takes up music once again
playing piano scales
recalling how it’s done
practice, practice
early November
tentative snow falls
in small steps, straight lines
like someone long away
takes up music once again
playing piano scales
recalling how it’s done
practice, practice
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