Life Philosophies Uncategorized


Opportunities passed by
on roads not taken

supplanted dreams decay
like abandoned motels
rife with rusting signs,
broken neon-script hopes
cracked-concrete dreams

pot-holed asphalt parking
lot rug stitched with weeds

plenty of vacancies

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.