Socra Mama

  In the classic fashion magazine, The clothes hang just so upon the racks And upon the starved women with their sunken eyes. They’re always...

  I slip into anonymity. It fits me like a glove. Like a drop in the bucket, I merge into love on the broad white avenues of Lubbock Texas. ...

  Build me a fire, Love, And let’s burn. The wood that fell this summer in the forest, Now it’s dry, and I can see How the fire clings to ea...

  In this economy, You’re only as good as your phone battery. Once it starts to go, And the charger cords are frazzled, No one wants to know...

  I know you’d like to share your sky with me. The photos are incriminating. But I’ve just discovered my genealogy. I come from a long line ...

  People appear on the planet. They pop up Like goats in reservoirs, Like trees that one sees but never noticed them as seedlings. Where hav...

  If we give in to our nightmares, We may never find our dreams. We may get so tangled up That we won’t bother seeking the thing That seeks ...