long-hair man, bandana
few teeth
many tattoos, builds a
new wooden deck
on the ice cream stand
outside the farm market
stacked pallets of mulch
and a sign that reads,
this is a sign
roadside trailer’s front yard–
truck tire planter
spray-painted blue
holds forsythia in full bloom
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: Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
Puff Of Smoke Poems 