another of the many ways
to think of
others, or when we must,
our selves—
How mood shifts
clouds, swift or slow
but moving
through
your landscape and mine
each of us
constantly
in the middle of
our own weather
another of the many ways
to think of
others, or when we must,
our selves—
How mood shifts
clouds, swift or slow
but moving
through
your landscape and mine
each of us
constantly
in the middle of
our own weather
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