start the car early
on cold mornings–vacation
is gone as children
notebook lost somewhere
mud and dog hair coat the floors
after your visit
time escapes again
photos, notes, stories I tell
nothing ties it here
start the car early
on cold mornings–vacation
is gone as children
notebook lost somewhere
mud and dog hair coat the floors
after your visit
time escapes again
photos, notes, stories I tell
nothing ties it here
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
