Joel M Frye : Writing

Love Poem

Love Poem

A Poem by Joel M Frye


You may be sorry you asked, Frank...
Breathe...

Breathe...

A Poem by Joel M Frye


I love my in-laws; I love my time. *sigh
Yarn from an Old Hand

Yarn from an Old Hand

A Poem by Joel M Frye


LA Lorena reminded me of an oldie but moldie...
Let them eat....

Let them eat....

A Poem by Joel M Frye


The starving artist story reads better than it lives...but I have lived it with full knowledge. And have lived happier for it, mostly.
Bed of Roses

Bed of Roses

A Poem by Joel M Frye


One of the phases of the second ex-Mrs. Frye...
Song without words

Song without words

A Poem by Joel M Frye


Another oldie but moldy...