Things that should not be compared in bed. …Thoughts that hang like pearls on a pear tree. Remnants of what used to be… Dreams that one has no intention of fulfilling. Liquid sunshine and dew drops Vanilla and Chocolate Fire and Ice Kisses and embraces…

Past had face to resurface, To check if wounds are fresh, Found them to be gone, Was trying to move on, Dulled all grace, Lastly had tears, Wounded, And it, Left.

He was gloomy although was the nicest of them all. He knew she was the light and he was darkness. He also knew she was the one that started as sunshine. He was the one that ended as nighttime. Like a relationship that ended he…

Artist means nothing Nothing means darkness Darkness means empty Empty means space Space means existence Artist means existence

Formal challenge is write a nonet This poetic form requires … Write a nine-line poem now Line one, nine syllables Decrease one each line Until only One word is Left to Write

I can’t stop, won’t stop, This is not no easy chore, Bursting energy.

Out the yawning window 50 shades of roofs Bluebird houses Clouds and birdsong Sherry my neighbor called to tell me the mail box was open the mail, wet from last night’s rain At 4 a.m. we had hail the pling pling against the windows woke the…

Shuffling softly along, plodding playfully Feet on repeat, sweet streets replete With concrete, and self-propelled people Off to meet and greet to a neat beat As old as time, rhyme, and the sublime Strolling, not trolling, at a casual saunter Flaunting by the foot, perhaps…

Road tripping through the rural Midwest multiple stops at towns, map dots places so obscure people living there don’t know where they happen to be Blissful in their remoteness and my envy. – Mark L. Lucker © 2021 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

The day is unseasonably hot and languid. The long arms of the pothos skate around the window and reveal leaves that have browned in the summer heat. I consider joining an impromptu trip to the beach. My glass creates a small puddle on the kitchen…