About every single thing in his poems,
she shook her head and said:
We don’t have those anymore.
trees, leaf mold, mountains
seashores, minutes, cows
weekends, candles, dictionaries
llamas, meadows, coffee mugs
coffee
All gone, now.
About every single thing in his poems,
she shook her head and said:
We don’t have those anymore.
trees, leaf mold, mountains
seashores, minutes, cows
weekends, candles, dictionaries
llamas, meadows, coffee mugs
coffee
All gone, now.
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 Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
