little wooden turtle
carries on his back
three heart-shaped rocks
found on different roads
destined
to live together
for a while
little wooden turtle
carries on his back
three heart-shaped rocks
found on different roads
destined
to live together
for a while
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