She began with instructions on talking—
If you say,
I can’t paint a flower,
the message travels down your arm
into your hand
which is always listening.
After that, it got even more complicated.
She began with instructions on talking—
If you say,
I can’t paint a flower,
the message travels down your arm
into your hand
which is always listening.
After that, it got even more complicated.
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