Walls surround me floors support me and a roof over my head. This is a house of love love for you love for me and love for anyone in need.

without the poetry I create only chaos my veins rise like a lover to the thought of pain the panic takes hold in quiet moments of conversation I am in love with the slow and steady gaze of a person confessing their deepest secrets because…

11:58 it starts in my stomach. Something bad at lunch. Shouldn’t have had sushi. But then that sensation creeps away. Giving way to a flood of endorphins. Like a dam broke somewhere inside. A delicious head rush I’ve only ever experienced when that one girl…

Walking my path is tricky It’s not straight nor is it smooth Lots of bumps and curves Adventures and lessons to be learned and endured

Anne with an E   I stepped off of the train, carpet bag in hand, to the beatific face of that glorious man! Matthew Cuthbert of the angelic, golden halo – or so it seemed as he sat under the blossoming cherry bough.   Nearly,…

1. the announcement I broadcasted the departure – as you and you on boats, ferried away from our resting place, your funeral our bed. 2. the revokation I limited the exposure I had to the sun – as you, and you on beaches, scurried away…

a phone a camera a clock a calendar a notepad voicemail text alert news and weather traffic report entertainment one device does it all and more I’m sure

“Sir Lancelot! Please don’t put your ale upon the round table. Leaves rings.” – Mark L. Lucker © 2017 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

Darkness rising I am the night They fear me greatly but know not my plight I would have left them alone Had they left mine the same Instead they burned the one I loved And I became their bane.

  Our Miss Brooks goes home at night, Where the rooms are empty, The chairs are silent, There never were any of her own children, and the Work is never done. Papers to grade of course and Dinner to drink. A page of curricular notes…