Socra Mama

We met beside the clearest stream. You were watching the fishes swim. I watched you, watching them. Your eyes sparkled quietly. ...

M y electrons tell me to come apart, To enlarge the stakes of my tent. So I push out past the tight springs Of my screen door, hear...

My funny bone tells me I need a good laugh. So past the grocery, Around the court house, And across the street, I join a nun, a priest, and ...

My soul calls out to me, “Come be alone!” So I drive out toward the place Where I love to sit, Deep in the park Where the birds sing...

My conscience tells me I need a job. My eyes scan down Past the general, Past the sales, All the way down To the Professional...

I drop a line With bated breath. This kind of fishing Scares me to death. I never know What you’ll say. Most folk have The...

My hunger tells me To keep on going— Past the little kiosk With the snacky breakfast items, Past the magazine bar With the bagel...