We can’t stay here
not in this house
not in this space
between us
not in this space
between before And
after
No clinging can make the liminal stay
but it is
Here For Us
right now.
Here, now.
Breathe it in.
Breathe it in despite
the wildfire air
of worlds and bridges
already burned.
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
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