Socra Mama

The MorningStar makes me smile. A mysterious guest in the morning sky. It never looks like that's where it should be, A wallflower wa...

I feel about five, Chasing a kitten, Tears in my eyes, Someone has said something mean. Tell me, why did I come here, again? If I don...

In a dead person's day, Busily, they push up daisies. They get a few breaks Per the crew boss's hankerin' Or the dead person...

You can see lots of squirrels in the neighborhood, But you rarely see them breed. They prefer the privacy of an out-of-the-way place To s...

I create a masterpiece each day Using different shades of grey and pale blue, Silver, woodland caribou, burnt sienna and dusk rosee. And ...

"Who would wear sun dials on their feet? As telltale a sign as a cloven hoof! That old devil reminding us How short our own time is,...

Do I talk in my sleep anymore? No one seems to know. I sleep alone Deep beneath the sands of time. Do I moan and toss the night away? N...