Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

  • For that special someone… Chocolates? Flowers?  Old hat? Poetry? Old school, modern times. Good stuff. http://www.amazon.com/Lost-found-holding-lovers-loving-ebook/dp/B018M876I0/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8   Read more

  • Give the gift of poetry

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  • Gathered pinecones

    My first chapbook, available on Amazon and Kindle. Please check it out. pinecone pinecone – noun \ˈpīn-ˌkōn\  plural noun: pine cones the conical, woody fruit of a pine tree, with scales that open to release the seeds in many world cultures, a sacred symbol of enlightenment due in part to its symmetry; perfect Fibonacci sequences in… Read more

  • Newlyweds ago

    Loft apartment, late Saturday afternoon spontaneity interrupted by shrill, continual oven timer buzz “Pizzas done” says she “But I’m not” replies he not-rhythmic, static range-buzzer drone not disrupting tempo of early life-together moral they learned how easily heat, afterglow can turn three-dollar frozen pizza to charcoal – Mark L. Lucker © 2015 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd   Read more

  • Patching things together

    Growing up on a small farm, rural Minnesota space was scarce, times were lean and the land was life ma and pa granted my brother, sister and I a small plot every spring in which to plant and nurture pumpkins; sibling sharecroppers, we repaid mom by growing enough extra pumpkins for her to fulfill familial… Read more

  • First dance

    A ma-and-pa resort, small lake north woods of Minnesota small office behind quaint bar, twelve small cabins dozen aluminum rowboats to use; minnows, worms, leeches for sale amenities, ala Angler’s Edge Joe & Gloria’s place The bar a hangout for township locals grandpa Ivar and I frequented the nicked, cigarette-burn speckled polished, yellow-varnished bar for… Read more