An aeolian enterprise; perse-tinged zephyr, the caliginous expanse of night’s tresses pester; coruscation in her eyes, sculpt each venial qafir to a penitent impasse; as softness of lips whisper, plot a subfusc surprise… Aeolian enterprise….one.

I was calling you in my mind, willing you to hear me, beseeching, in your own. And I may never know if you felt me, If I entered your mind unbidden, and you fanned me away like errant smoke. I doubt I’ll ever have the…

Too many things going on at the same time Enough time to handle those things that I want Yet some must be left behind Some times it’s necessity Which includes some silly shenanigans Choosing between two things Hoping not to regret a thing

lichen rings protrude from musky, forest pines discs on the backbone of northwoods life     – Mark L. Lucker © 2016

broken link in a series of precious events…. crack in a bradycardial heart – that is where you left.

I said I wouldn’t write a love poem especially not one for you There’s not enough content for one anyway. Not the first time that I met you with sweat dripping down your brow and how you wouldn’t let me help you bring in your…

I have come to the end of this chapter in my life Excitement fills my soul An undercurrent of fear grips me For there is something frightening in change Even when we know it will transform us for the better How I accept this next…

Of rainbow colours There are none in sight I see only grey

Driving Home I’m driving back into town and the sun is so bright it makes the air glaze over as if swales of dust were sprinkling in from the north. Dust, I thought, dust! I don’t know why I am so excited. I played pop-punk…

Scatter-brained I am the poems are getting harder and harder to write My brain is scrambled eggs this is my brain on poetry sleep deprivation creativity torturer one 5-hour energy down one to go eight poems left will I survive? scatter-brained I am