on the lake road
big flock of maybe turkeys
or turkey buzzards
waddle by the car
as we debate
who they really are.
on the lake road
big flock of maybe turkeys
or turkey buzzards
waddle by the car
as we debate
who they really are.
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