Why Are You Crying, Mama?

I glance in the rear-view mirror and see your face.  “Why are you crying, Mama?”  You look to me for…

The Stroke Of A Pen Across A …

You looked at me like you wished I was dead.  I saw your eyes.  Cold, hard, steely brown eyes, peeping…

On Anxiety

Sometimes, things happen in your life that change you.  They wring you from the inside out, draining you of everything…