WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker
Adrift Over a beer, I blithely told a friend bemoaning a lost love there were plenty of “other fish in the sea” unmoved, he was, as I noted “there are also tires, discarded refrigerators and sunken oil tankers” Thus inspired he raised his glass, made a toast; “Let’s hear it” said he “for the girls Read more
Over a beer, I blithely told a friend bemoaning a lost love there were plenty of “other fish in the sea” unmoved, he was, as I noted “there are also tires, discarded refrigerators and sunken oil tankers” Thus inspired he raised his glass, made a toast; “Let’s hear it” said he “for the girls of Read more
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
Ponderable polemics, poetic