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  • Campfire poem #49

    A log of pine a mug of coffee and thou Omar, I am not.   – Mark L. Lucker © 2016 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • Campfire poem #71

    Campfire smoke makes a fine aphrodisiac but it lulls my wife to sleep making embers an ambiguous metaphor Read more

  • A Minnesotan’s First Love

    I was a good friend of her brother – he knows, but has never said a word On the rare occasions we still meet he smiles a knowledgable, unbelieving, remembering grin and I always wonder, after all of the years that have passed, just how much she has told him… or if he figured it… Read more

  • Things grow in summer

    My teenage summers were spent on silver Greyhound SceniCruisers, going back to see Midwestern relatives who had stayed anchored there while my family forged westward to Colorado, returning home each August only as time for school neared I was a wizened city kid reveling in Norman Rockwell’s America fair, a fifteen-year old, middle-class Kerouac minus… Read more

  • Bartender genome

    Sitting alone at a bar downing a row of tequila shots will earn you something from across the bar; griping rights, pour-out-your-heart privileges – at the very least, a knowing nod, acknowledging smile, tacit agreement, ‘go for it’ shrug Sitting by yourself at Starbucks counter coolly throwing back espresso shots while clicking away on your laptop… Read more