Socra Mama

The colors are wholesome— Gingham and check, Orange, avocado, and milk thistle blue. We roll like two whales at play in the ocean Wi...

Wild berries take longer, More sugar and time, Cool nights in the cellar, Warm afternoons. But sweet And tart And hearty the wine ...

This is the only time of day. The rest of it is night. But, when the light of your august dreams Reflects through the directed beams Of ...

Scattered— I’m scattered. Gather me. Gather me. Put me back Together again.   Dirty— I’m dirty. Lather me. Lather me. ...

I am a mud hut On a dark and woeful night. And in a storm of violent wind, A sojourn traveler comes. He takes one hand and shakes his h...

In a honey globe at Christmas, The glitter falling round Is sweet as apple pectin. Not a single sound Is heard. The silence shines, ...

I want to go shirtless, Like I did when I was two, And ride my bike Like I do today, Just without all those clothes on top, ...