the next blizzard or
the one after that could be
your last blizzard so
listen to the storm’s voices
revel in snow and cocoa
the next blizzard or
the one after that could be
your last blizzard so
listen to the storm’s voices
revel in snow and cocoa
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