less than ten days till
boxes reveal their treasures
bought in early fall
by harried mothers counting
Pennies and hopes, fairness and Joy
less than ten days till
boxes reveal their treasures
bought in early fall
by harried mothers counting
Pennies and hopes, fairness and Joy
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