as leaf glitter falls away
dark green threads of pine trees
reveal how the mountains
are stitched to the earth
as leaf glitter falls away
dark green threads of pine trees
reveal how the mountains
are stitched to the earth
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