on another day
rushing, I step on the cat
Can’t that small cat see?
Impatient with the living
is stamped all over my skin
on another day
rushing, I step on the cat
Can’t that small cat see?
Impatient with the living
is stamped all over my skin
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