Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

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  • Clear Cut

    Memories are tree stumps What was, isn’t anymore what was alive, now is dead though it harbors new life; pain, bitterness, wistfulness, love, remembrance, regret thrive like so much lichen On occasion a new shoot sprouts from the stump, drawing its nourishment, its potential new life, from the decayed remains of what had once been Read more

  • Targeted

    I was once a New Year’s resolution a young woman I worked with at a large hotel greeted me passionately, spontaneously, in the grand lobby flinging her arms unannounced around my neck, first kiss of a new year January first. Our first kiss, and last wouldn’t have been either had that new year come the Read more