the accidents
could have been
so
much
worse
if he wasn’t such an excellent driver.
He explains this to us,
again,
at the doctor’s office
the accidents
could have been
so
much
worse
if he wasn’t such an excellent driver.
He explains this to us,
again,
at the doctor’s office
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