is one new thing I learned in this heat wave
here, instead—
wind and maple tree
sing their green summer song
cooler than jazz
cooler even than the oscillating fan
rattling away indoors, humming to itself
is one new thing I learned in this heat wave
here, instead—
wind and maple tree
sing their green summer song
cooler than jazz
cooler even than the oscillating fan
rattling away indoors, humming to itself
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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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