Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

July 2015

  • Shackled

    He sits in a rural Midwestern jail cell, his thoughts known only to God maybe himself. Just maybe. Two people are dead. Multiple lives altered irreparably cold, legalese narrative intones burglary gone more than bad stolen shotgun, car, arson. Death. Warrant, charges read ‘evil’ with no backstory just the facts, ma’am, just the facts… I… Read more