Why is my mother no more?

I make a lot of jokes about death. And I find myself with my mother, my unconditional support, dead. This happened last Sunday and there are a ton of questions unanswered. My mother used to chide me like everyone whenever I used to talk about my impending death. For example, I used to say that she should not […]

The Wounded

I do not usually explain my poems. But this is one of my older ones. Usually I throw away the poems I make; I send them to a friend, say, and will not bother to copy it back. Or put it as a comment somewhere never to be found again. But I have this one […]