I have never really feared monsters boogeymen in closets demented clowns things from other dimensions Meh. I grew up in the 1960s watching 50s B movies Karloff, Lugosi epics saw Godzilla as cute, not menacing Fun Now in my sixth decade I do believe in…

LA I love you. All the extra words are junk. I just fucking love your gritty, pungent, greasy streets in the morning dew. I love Sunset Blvd… the lights, the stand still traffic, the hookers. I love your hard lines, and that everytime I am…

In sorrow, I watch you walk away through no fault of your own. You were asked to leave. I don’t know why and I probably never will. You came here for just one reason. She was just nine months old when you arrived. Now three…

London, As Seen from Above In all the best stories it happens in the ones set in London, I mean Peter Pan flies in through the window kidnaps the children then, with a little pixie dust, they all fly out again off to Neverland Mary…

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

Welcome to San Luno, run by Señor Bruno We sleep during your day light Within this city we keep desert hours We come awake at night Buildings made of mesa, stone and pueblo cliffs The inhabitants are happy Though there’s lots we miss. Like there…