dark winter again
when wide awake in the cold
empty and ready
we fill the nights with stories—
this is what winter is for
dark winter again
when wide awake in the cold
empty and ready
we fill the nights with stories—
this is what winter is for
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