Fridayam's BlogLove finds it hard to
live with the chipped cup, the
often barren larder, the
barren promises like
candles meant to scent,
smelling of nothing until their
acrid smoke spirals when
blown out.
Your nose wrinkles as you
approach my poems
expecting me to be
grotesquely naked within when
actually you will find me
chastely clothed with words.
P H O T O G
Ink is my Blood
Alla ricerca della scatola magica...
Fine Art Photography & Poetry.
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
Random musings inside my head no matter how hard I try to shut the damn lights off
Adventures of an Southern Bunny everything from dating, sex, life and shake your head moments.
Secret Dates Diary of Anne Regina
Writing, extracts, pleas to buy my books, the odd essay.
Poetry, History, Mythology
Milly Schmidt
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