to reach my island home once you’ve alighted from the ferry: lift your nose inhale deeply the crisp and tangy air tilt your head inhale again does that stir memories? walk to the minibus parked beside the squat red cement shed that serves as a…

Hour Nineteen – There are so many nature poems out there. Our prompt for this hour of the night is to write a poem for a city, real or imagined.   My Tale of Two Cities Two homes have I, they’re oceans apart Two cities,…

Penny for my thoughts you say A  penny ain’t enough You say you love me for my mind But now it seems you’re stuck. See I’ve seen you smoking Though you swore you quit And while I don’t mind lying I just can’t get over…

Millions of strangers hurry to and fro Working ten hour days Then race to a broadway show You can’t see when you’re in the maze Cars rev past before day break Sirens wail in dark of night Subway trains make windows shake Cops are here…

My neighbor’s dachshund bulky hamburger costume; why not? Dogs’ German – Mark L. Lucker © 2022 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

Dens of Iniquity Narrow cobbled streets lined with commerce Established and up-coming Hostelries, fish mongers, slaughterhouses and hardware Rough bricks and mortar Roofs thatched and windows latched Each interchange housed a coaching inn Bed and board for the night Reasonable rates … fleas included Wenches…

The way She was born Should have Killed her…   Instead She stole Our hearts A short while…   And then She took Them With her…

I was an actor I was going places I stepped up into the shoeshine stand in the lobby of 30 Rockefeller Center up high where important people sat In my youthful hubris I knew this is where I belonged I vowed I’d never shine my…

Iridescent domes rise up into the sky If you could stand outside them A wonder you would see inside. Terraced homes line the outer walls With green plants growing down From sturdy walls and planters Oxygenating this strange town. Along the floor down below the…

GIGANtic Hog Ensnared (Valkyrie) Staggering from the roadhouse, howling liquor at the moon, Strategically well-dressed, I smile at the great goon. Weeknight when most have more sense, sly words distract. Promises, Soft lullaby on the breeze, offering more later on, Holding his gaze as they…