Socra Mama

Demi Star dims. Her phase is waning. She’s never really been The mass potential The Mother Star was, Or a Gassy Giant like ...

Sometimes our shadow outweighs us. It can pull us down into its lair, Where the grotesque shapes confound us In two-dimensional...

When I die, Don't bury me Under corded sand Of some barren prairie. Tear out the stale pages Of Shakespeare and Poe, And cover me...

I racked the balls of my own theology While straddling a fence of the insurmountable, Right in the face of evidence contrary An...

Oh, he was a cunning linguist. He spoke in a torrid whisper. I tried to return his advances, But was just a cunning listhper. Maybe my...

The most intimate thing we'd ever done Was laugh in bed together. He'd tell a joke, And then we'd make up An even better p...

I was pretty sure There was a chip inserted Here and there just under my skin. I seemed to go AWOL And Manchurian Candidate ...