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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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Life casts its shadows as the director a play each silhouette distinctive, unrecognizable, tragicomic profiles Actors are we all; no wordless Kabuki, tutiti-fruiti, aww Rudy! the action plays out scene-by-stolen-scene “all the world’s a stage” the stage a fantasy world that doesn’t lie light dictates action of the dark sans script, stealthy hitting each mark never… Read more
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– Aidan Erin Immerfall, 2014 Read more
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Following my calling and the call dropped I call back nobody picks up nobody calls back I have left the messages trying to reconnect number no longer in service ‘your recipient hasn’t set up voice mail for this account’ Am I being ignored via caller I.D. spurned due to embarrassed discomfort Following my calling and… Read more
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What goes around comes around life more Tilt-A-Whirl than Merry-go-Round Symmetry, overrated repetition needs expected spontaneity no matter how it goes down up…? Nobody waits in line just anticipating the thrill of getting strapped in and staying grounded save the poetically unenlightened dreamer on the rumbling quarter-a-ride, in-front-of-the grocery-store horse – Mark Lucker Read more
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Waiting for an oil change customer area big-screen TV Rachael Ray cooks pasta something a grandfather across from me texts the coffee is respectable volume on the TV isn’t but Rachael is Rachael it doesn’t matter she cooks rhythmically zzt! zzt! zzt! the unmistakable garage sound of tightened lug nuts al dente oppressive smell of… Read more
WordPress poetry site of poet Mark Lucker
Ponderable polemics, poetic 