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A promise once made ‘I’ll take that to my grave’sense of honor, integritybest of intentionslaid waste by dementiahe told me the story when I came to visit thinking I was . . .someone else entirelyagain, promise made ‘I’ll take that to my grave’hopefully he doesI know I will.– Mark L. Lucker© 2024http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more
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I Half-and-half, so-so coffee; incrementally less disappointing II needing barista alchemy in lieu of meh coffee place beckons III potification middle-age fettish; I am arabica snob – Mark L. Lucker © 2024 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more
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Couple next door way older than sixtyish me compact camper in place when we arrived a man, a woman silver hair matching dog say hello when they return late evening Early risers, both come morning they let dog out back in we nod ‘hello’ As I enjoy my morning campfire coffee I am reminded how… Read more
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In the hierarchy of experiences life, death love, loss nothing to a poet is as evocative of godliness, eternal truth as northern rain falling fiercely on meager roof – Mark L. Lucker © 2022 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more
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The extremes of who, what I am whence I hail internally DNA, culturally, spiritually nature/nurture all fun to puzzle-piece together free form, no squared-off edges of big-picture guidance What my forebearers were who they were what they did what was done to them is historically recorded, reported yet remains very personally unresolved My now obsessive,… Read more
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I long for the sound of an old wooden screen door slamming oak frame, wire mesh heavy, with a new spring so the initial slam triggers recoil – residual wood WHAP! Thump! clunk. Nothing to stop an old wooden screen door save gravity those doors were rapt percussion a backbeat to youthful adventure The one… Read more
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Sitting at a brewery rural, northern Minnesota tasting a variety of beers, ales small flights of five A couple – mid-twenties sits across from us they too, are sampling each other – first timers comparing dating app peccadillos head-scratching mismatches awkward exchanges preferences for beer types, each other quickly give way to comfortable laughter Another… Read more
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Setting up a Zoom social for high school classmates – class of 1977, bay-bee! – one invitee, confused or simply stuck in wrong mode repeatedly refers to our impending ‘conference’ I teasingly remind him this is no business-tinged partitioned hotel ballroom gift-bags, sales-pitch fest imploring him to instead think ‘virtual cocktail party’ Bring… Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 