Socra Mama

The Mornin-gale sings at day break, Delicate canticles for his Hummin'bird, Hymns of praise and wonder For the expressions of her flu...

He said he couldn’t tell me everyday. He didn’t want to corrupt me. But he didn’t know the depth of my desperation— How badly I ne...

A bottle nosed dolphin with one bubble eye Swims the seas and scans the skies Looking for something different, Something real, Something ...

Sometimes you can love a man Like you had given birth to him, And nothing he does will ever bother you. You will want to see him wi...

The heart is not deceptive. That my friend is the soul. The heart is simply a mechanical pump, Not a diabolical systole. But, a dias...

There were things we never talked about— Like how the foundations of eternity were motionless, Or how the digital nature of bytes and g...

He was miffed ‘Cause she didn’t call, But she was tired And afraid she’d trip up, Fall into his arms, Or, maybe, slip up, ...