awake before dawn
crickets in the garden still cricketing
at work and play in the mums
in a few hours, laughter
talk and noise and questions
a new school year
Before all that,
breathe.
I will too.
Before we begin
let’s spend an hour
quieter than crickets
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
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