Pink
curtains, broken window
collapsed roof, pigeon roost
farmhouse
abandoned
by everyone else
across the road
the not abandoned after all
trailer in the weeds
this morning
after many quiet years
light at every window
Pink
curtains, broken window
collapsed roof, pigeon roost
farmhouse
abandoned
by everyone else
across the road
the not abandoned after all
trailer in the weeds
this morning
after many quiet years
light at every window
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