Next to the last
unbroken candy cane
a stack of red construction paper
ready to become
a garland of paper hearts but
someone
glued the calendar
open to
January.
Next to the last
unbroken candy cane
a stack of red construction paper
ready to become
a garland of paper hearts but
someone
glued the calendar
open to
January.
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