Socra Mama

“What is the difference?” I asked carelessly. But the question was, “What is the sum?” And while I was watching the divisive knives, ...

The hush Friday at Sundown Makes me wish that I’d been ready. The face of darkness slowly rests on me. The hours turn eternal, Min...

Love captured you And demanded information. Name and rank were all that you would give— Not even your serial number a consideratio...

I lie on your side of the bed, Morose, as I remember. A giant hand tosses me, languid, Drowns me in beaten egg. It drops me deep i...

People don't cry over the milk that got spilt. They cry for the effort fruitlessly wasted— For songs forever unsung, For lack of fo...

“What would you want to be?” He asked me, drifting off to sleep. “I would be a flying horse, like Pegasus,” I replied. “I would be a...

I know it is September. The fatalistic urge to call my doctor Pleads with me to do it. Triage is needed so— The tears are too grea...