Socra Mama

“I’m hungry,” I cry to whomever might listen. “I’m hungry,” I cry to the broken world, But the world has nothing, Nothing to offe...

I could translate Cuneiform If they hadn’t abbreviated. If they’d used the classic endings And fully conjugated their verbs, And no...

Oh what songs he might have sung If he hadn’t waited for the day of his death To “make and cultivate” the music As his dream recurr...

In the morning, it is Fall. But afternoon brings Indian Summer, Mating season for dragonflies, Last hurrah for moths. Now the rustle of...

Tell me baby, and I'll never forget. The pressure waves that gurgle out Over your larynx And whisper your secrets From the tip of y...

Come and see me In the morning Come and see me In the dawn Before I’ve draped My garments bout me Before I’ve put my makeup on ...

There's a scent of afterloss In a field of day old hay, Like blood left spilled From yesterday On a routed battlefield. Hearts li...