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.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for
Hotwife and Cuckold stories without (much) humiliation
Poems and stuff from a mostly carbon dude.
Apophenia and creativity in poetry
Poems and stuff from a mostly carbon dude.
Poems and stuff from a mostly carbon dude.
Poetry Writing Month and Beyond
writer, storyteller, veteran (see MaxieJaneFrazier.com for more)
reflections, ponderings, daydreams, musings
