A poem in haste,
puppy anxious for a walk
do not grow that tempting
impenetrable shell
do not bury yourself
Let the world
have its way with you
if you let it
and if you are
one of the lucky
this world will
crack you open
A poem in haste,
puppy anxious for a walk
do not grow that tempting
impenetrable shell
do not bury yourself
Let the world
have its way with you
if you let it
and if you are
one of the lucky
this world will
crack you open
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