Late March, trees still bare
All their wiring shows—they are
stretching for the green dresses
Late March, trees still bare
All their wiring shows—they are
stretching for the green dresses
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