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ON SALE NOW!!!! http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B017LALIES Read more
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http://www.amazon.com/Gathered-Pinecones-stories-Mark-Lucker/dp/1517595940/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1448428959&sr=8-1&keywords=gathered+pinecones Read more
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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thrills are to be had secrets need revealing wonders beg unraveling truths urge to be told revelations dark and light constrained in the pristine symmetry of new, freshly sharpened shiny-yellow pencil just above the perfectly honed greyish tip peach-fuzz wisps of wood cling gently, smell of pine tickle fingers excitedly anticipation cylindrically contained wisdom waits… Read more
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Ponderable polemics, poetic 