morning moon
through birch tree branches
two old friends
who never tire
of each other’s company
morning moon
through birch tree branches
two old friends
who never tire
of each other’s company
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
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
