Socra Mama

  I have returned to my native ways, Reconnected thoroughly with my body From the inside out And the outside in, In full cognition that the ...

  He’s going his way, And I’m going mine. “How are ya,” I ask, And he says, “Fine! I’m well.  How are you?” “Good,” I say. So, he’s well and...

W e’re rolling dice And playing nice While the outcome’s Out on the horizon. But as it’s coming  Closer into view,  We’ll wonder if the game...

  In a world where the worldview is obvious, Subversion occurs above ground, Where lyrics slowly erode the canyons  Of open ended denigratio...

  She cries from the sea Her cry affects everyone who hears Her deep dissatisfaction appeals To anyone who’s ever felt The unrequitedness of...

 Thesaur-sis My older son has a fever. “Do you have a headache?” I say. “No,” he answers. “A sore throat?” “No,” he says, “I just feel tired...

  I ask my older son What he wants to eat. He doesn’t know; he isn’t hungry. But as I’m still watching him shake his head My younger son pip...