Author: Mark

Poetry

Wheels Turning

Wheels turning round and roundthe oval miles slippinginto an endless loopof smiles reflectedin the gleaming hardwoodand flashing lights. I stand and listenlaughter and musics’ universalblend of joy and lovebounced off the girdered wallsthat once held a newspaperfilled with MVA’s and tragedy. I close my eyesand I am back in ’65wheeling

Prose

An Ordinary Man

Once upon a time there was a man, a very ordinary man, who lived in a small white house on a quiet street in a little town, near, yet not so near, to the Big City. Now this ordinary man had a not so ordinary wife, an extra-ordinary son and

Words Worth

Pluviophile

Who doesn’t like rain? Sure there are those days you get caught out with your umbrella still in the hall closet; or you are stuck in the middle of nowhere with a flat; but by and large there is just something about a rainy day that makes you want to

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Nemophilist

Deep loam callshumid ‘neath the firsand soaring cedarscreating a dark canopy of motionagainst the leaden sky. Deep loam callssilent size 4 footfallsbetween the swaying fernsand hoary beards of ancient giantswatching children play. Deep loam callsnarrow deer tracksovergrown green carpetssoft like feathers – the perfect bedfor childhood daydreams. ml’23 When you

Poetry

Temporary Beauty

I plucked a rose oncefrom a gardenwithout permissionslicing it quicklyfrom the stemwith my jacknifeand carried it all dayin my pocketslipping it outfrom time to timeto smell the summer tanguntil at days endit lay wiltedmaroon blotchedin my handand i lost interest ml’00