this present moment
and this one,
and the next.
Tiny moments
left unattended
willing
to follow
anyone
Here, take it.
It is yours, this present.
There are plenty
overflowing the bowl of time
O this blizzard of moments
All for the taking.
Joy to this,
world of the present
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: Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
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