once again, rain boots
and umbrella—
in the car. Me?
In the house.
Is there an app for that?
once again, rain boots
and umbrella—
in the car. Me?
In the house.
Is there an app for that?
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