we saw the sun rise
red fading to pink today
scent of the morning
puppy beside me
we read about Paris while
I wait for your call
we saw the sun rise
red fading to pink today
scent of the morning
puppy beside me
we read about Paris while
I wait for your call
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