not a metaphor—
first morning of our school year
rain,
then a rainbow
not a metaphor—
first morning of our school year
rain,
then a rainbow
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