If you can’t serve it by the slice it isn’t real coffee so sayeth myself to anyone who will listen If I have guests, it also serves as warning-shot across the bow for those faint of arabica heart It is a good day when the…

Perception, Love, is only half of everything. Tomorrow, I want to be filled with laughter and with joy, To flit through realms of nonexistent things and see a bit of soul To find my way to monies that only exist without meaning Where truth is…

Love poem I wrote you a love poem stuck it in a book you were reading you read the poem used to mark the spot to continue reading the book. Sometimes love means never having to dog-ear. – Mark L. Lucker © 2020 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

A beautiful stranger. A smile.   That is how I lose my balance and stumble like a child in hand-me-down sneakers, Certainly wanting what isn’t mine and secretly setting you aside to ponder, So distantly dear… Stir me up with silver-lined sonder

Mine is a rudderless vessel guided by a Pharisee wind – the breath that no one sees but me. He was there at the porch that day I knocked and said nothing.

Appetite, I am tired of you. Truly, I am. You wax and wane like the moon, gurgle like a rushing brook over too many rocks. Can you please be still? Please? Think of what I need, not what you want. Another cookie… six pieces of…

The sunlight breaks aggressively through the curtains. Bed covers mimic the gentle touch of a lover. As my eyes open to hear the cabinets slam close and the refrigerator slowly creaking open. I thought my daughter was still asleep. My son has left for work,…

Will two cups of this poison do? Only if one cup is not poisoned? Or if both are. You go first! Who poisoned them? I thought you did? Did you? Not that I recall? I don’t drink tea or coffee? Do you drink poison? Every…

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” equals tbh bae idaf Quicker? Yes. Same point? Meh. I know you don’t care but I’m the one typing. So listen. If you don’t take the time to write the words I’ll assume you don’t care. irl,…

We the People know not of what we speak or of what the ubiquitous ‘others’ say, mean We the People have become a nation of naysayers with little rationale we deny climates, pandemics, others not like us who do not exist who do not deserve…