because life is loud and there is no time today to organize that worldwide protest against noise pollution

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: Poems by Mary Kendall

A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014

Living in the moment