over morning coffee
I conclude—
joy is curled up
in the strawberries—
It hides at the tender spot where
green stem dives into red center
Let us indulge today
in all this offered sweetness
over morning coffee
I conclude—
joy is curled up
in the strawberries—
It hides at the tender spot where
green stem dives into red center
Let us indulge today
in all this offered sweetness
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