hazy shades of gray
lazily blurring the lines
I exist, but not
my blood rushes to color
the margins clutching my soul
***
A storm is brewing. We may lose power. I’m tired. I’m cold. I’m also grey.
Meh. Have a tanka. It’s all I got.
hazy shades of gray
lazily blurring the lines
I exist, but not
my blood rushes to color
the margins clutching my soul
***
A storm is brewing. We may lose power. I’m tired. I’m cold. I’m also grey.
Meh. Have a tanka. It’s all I got.
Writer of children's literature, short stories and poetry
Poems and stuff from a mostly carbon dude.
About fantastical places and other stuff
I write because I read. I read because I write.
offbeat words for you...
Wake Up!
but i know different
Creative Writing Instructor, Author of Mend
