lovers of language,
Stop. Or at least slow down some—
our huge feasts, all those
piled polysyllabic words
overwhelm our students’ ears
lovers of language,
Stop. Or at least slow down some—
our huge feasts, all those
piled polysyllabic words
overwhelm our students’ ears
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
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
