raking last year’s leaves
find this tiny galaxy
buried in the dirt—
wonder who
dropped this chunk of universe
here in our driveway?
raking last year’s leaves
find this tiny galaxy
buried in the dirt—
wonder who
dropped this chunk of universe
here in our driveway?
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