this road through cornfields—
miles of stalks taller than men
Tomorrow, all this
will be plowed fields
ready for another season
this road through cornfields—
miles of stalks taller than men
Tomorrow, all this
will be plowed fields
ready for another season
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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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