after years of this
you wake enough
to shut off the carefully
curated play list
open the door to night
and cricket song
nearly the last
concert of the season
after years of this
you wake enough
to shut off the carefully
curated play list
open the door to night
and cricket song
nearly the last
concert of the season
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