Socra Mama

This sprawling rose was never pruned. Some of its branches, heavy on the ground With winter blooms, drape as a marvel, A wonder to the ey...

This time of year, the days are all downhill And run together. My soul is lightly tethered to the wind. My mind begins to blow. I'm ...

Progenitors these days pave the way For us to learn all about our DNA And all that it prescribes. We sit alone in the doctor's chair,...

We are genetically modifying ourselves. Soon we will be barren and seedless, Bigger, but not juicier, More colorful, albeit, more plastic...

Sometimes truth doesn't set you free, It just makes you old, And in your ancient wisdom You sit, with a cold reality, A realization ...

I have seen a warrior's face. Warriors who go out for raids And don't come back, Or come back scathed By what they've seen, ...

A little gray cat sat for two hours straight And watched the faucet drip. It tilted its head and continued to sit and stare. Where do all...