Socra Mama

Sometimes I want to be quiet, Like the black of the night on the plains, Swallow the rush of the tempest, And rain a silent rain, E...

There's nothing trite about a pure heart Working tirelessly for the world. There's nothing mundane about a brilliant one Seeking an ...

Cherries bloom at the cemetery. They are the stuff of flowers gone by— The pitied seeds of an internal hope For white blossoms in an eternal...

He called to say he was getting’ married, And no, I was not invited to the wedding, And, at that, I had to smile, For I knew exactly why...

I think I'm the only one With no ulterior motive. I think I'm the only one, But that just isn't true. I think I'm the o...

Sensory receptors inform me Of pressure to my forehead. I open my eyes to see an arm stretch forth With a tiny little hand. “Be healed ...

I stand atop Mt. Rushmore tonight. A thousand falling stars pierce down Through the atmosphere With infinite wishes for me. And I would ...