You call,
worried for my pocketbook,
to discuss the price
of caramel-coated
apples dipped in chocolate.
But what could be worth more
than the gift
of sweetness
in this half-bitter world?
You call,
worried for my pocketbook,
to discuss the price
of caramel-coated
apples dipped in chocolate.
But what could be worth more
than the gift
of sweetness
in this half-bitter world?
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