Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

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  • Inheritance

    Secrets punish. Secrets aren’t kept, they are stashed like loot from the robbery People collect antiques fondly save heirlooms obsess over baseball cards or Hummel figurines Secrets are stashed, hoarded holding their value like so many nuts in a dead-tree nest of a squirrel that ends up as road kill Secrets are not coveted mementos Read more