Socra Mama

“Just how brilliant are you?” I asked him. For I'd watched his elegant mind Open to speak forth amazing science, Yet his wisdom ...

I had twenty dollars That I wanted to give To my neighbor’s middle grandkid For finishing something That no one believed he could. ...

Yes, I am a loner. The Day does not possess enough hours To give me to myself, And so I must steal From the Night's blind eye A...

Mr. Non-Feasibility Report smirks so smugly. His “never-any-intention-of” dangles Just there out of reach. He stretches out tonight ...

I've edited out all the places Where you go soft, Or weird, Or compulsive. I've backspaced over Any phrases That don't...

Magic Words   Hoc est corpus meus. Hoc est corpus meus. I lie spiritless, Six feet under you, In the rigors of mortis. Do y...

Sighs matter. Inspiratory force pulls Against the surface tension. Grippers snap To allow more breathing room. “Expand the stakes ...