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

Have you stopped to look closely at the rolled-out insides of a crushed squirrel? I did the other day. They were pale red, a mess, mundane. I would have lingered longer, but for my companion. She was impatient for lunch.

  Transparent rain-coat worn Green frogs perched on strawberries A jar of tomatoes or children

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

poem#16 (a response to the spider who frightened Little Miss Muffett) sometimes one may thinketh thyself alone so siteth quietly to have a bite- then suddenly along some other thing shall come and givest rare a fright- and push thyself unexpectedly from thy cushioned perch…

Halfling In wordy deceit my prize was won, a cunning power came to me, precious and rare. I engaged in word play with a poor twisted thing, alone and insane for so very long. We traded our best riddles, my life for a ring of…

Science falls flat they say in face of imagination doing its jig stupidity or madness writ in head questions the established scene Imagine if earth were flat and not round as we are taught It could be so, because we do not tilt over anywhare…

Any improbable hero is a little timid at first, sticks to himself, mutters a lot. I’m no exception. Today, I’d probably join in a Women’s March, but only if my friends urged me on. Pink hat? Not likely. But I’d consider carrying a sign. Still,…

I HEAR YOU Don’t speak, precious one. I hear your cry a thousand miles away, the silent tears strangling your throat, burning your eyes. Come, young or old, and lay your head in my arms. My lips against your cheek, as I have so often…