Dear Sir,
I saved your voicemail
so I can savor later
the way you say
Snow
Day
Dear Sir,
I saved your voicemail
so I can savor later
the way you say
Snow
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
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
