green beauty reaches for us all
Even those neighbors–
yard full of rusted cars and rottweilers.
they’ve lined their sidewalk
with old tires, each filled with
potting soil and possible gardens
green beauty reaches for us all
Even those neighbors–
yard full of rusted cars and rottweilers.
they’ve lined their sidewalk
with old tires, each filled with
potting soil and possible gardens
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