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

“When one group breaks the covenant of truth and assumes an exclusive role in defining the basis of human relationship, that group plants the seed of rebellion.”    James H. Cone. Black Theology and Black Power   It will never be anything other than  An uneasy…

As always, we move forward obstacles are always there, always will be we go over, through, or around them Tell us no – someone always does – tell them in no uncertain terms your ‘YES’ what is at stake here is you, yourself You are…

lust ˈləst \ 1: usually intense or unbridled sexual desire: He was motivated more by lust than by love. 2a: an intense longing: CRAVING a lust to succeed 2b: ENTHUSIASM, EAGERNESS they admired his lust for life There have been times in my life I…

I had trouble with my internet and couldn’t post Hours 11 &  12 until now. Good luck to all those doing the full marathon. You rock!

The Wednesday night crowd around the big table center of the brewery beer hall was middle-aged men boisterously playing cards trash-talking howling with delight at winning hands or someone missing a bet, bid the beer, the game was all flowing we were living semi-vicariously two-tables…

When faced with a Monolith this obsidian, third-dimensional Plane of featurelessness from beyond Jupiter, How does one respond? Is there an etiquette to meeting mystery? Should I say that I come in peace, Shave, shower and put on my best suit For such an occasion?…

My grandfather had a deep, rumbling way of chucking that came from deep within at things he found amusing – me, mostly. Originating in a large belly promulgated by years of jovial beer drinking his chortle still echoes When he was amused my grandfather’s best…

Everyone knows In those lawless days, The poets are the first to go.   But I, dear leader, Am a master of disguise I hide in plain sight   Because everyone knows A poet is a predator And can’t help stalking poetic prey   Stealth…

Maybe it’s been there a week Sometimes life surprises you like that   But there it was A couple blocks from my house   A recliner the color of tired goldrush Sitting on the northeast corner of the the intersection   A hole head-height Worn…