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About poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.

Ahhhnointed

Watching the news a story of great angst of North American Olive Oil Association   never I knew but should have realized there is a powerful group of such oilers   curious soul that I am the urge to know … Continue reading

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Poems my father left me

There is reason, even some rhyme in the stanza, the beat the reading in time of who, what, why he was what he did and why he didn’t why he maybe should’ve not stressing on could’ve Sometimes His groove was … Continue reading

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No French cuffs

Plaid flannel shirtsof my Northwoods youthsmelled ofbeer and pine conesboat motor gasoline andfresh-caught sunfishwood smokeand filtered Winstons When I was a kid theintertwined, pungentaromas of cervelat salamiplumbers’ grease, house paintmingled freely, lockedin square-patterned fibersalways-rolled-up sleeves no amount ofFels Naptha-soapcould smother … Continue reading

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June 5, 2019

News item: On this day in 1977, the Apple II computer went on sale, and the era of personal computing began. Developed by Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak, it was the first successful mass-produced microcomputer designed for home use. In 1977 on June … Continue reading

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Trivium

I It was here that I found myself – as much as one teenager can It was here that I tallied a notable string of personal firsts, nails hammered logs split fish caught girl loved cars driven stick shift, mastered … Continue reading

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The pragmatist, ambivalent

Although I suffer from a strong faith it allows me the privilege to not fear death or its obligatory attachments no desire exists within me to see just exactly what lurks in other-side-a-topia I don’t ruminate on who I know … Continue reading

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Laughter, unfading

‘If by chance some day you’re not feeling well and you should remember some silly thing I’ve said or done and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your … Continue reading

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Echelons

Feet on the bottom of a swimming pool at times still fill me with strange sensation retaining an unknown, odd fear – wet concrete hard, dispassionate I was eight the first time I hit chlorinated water our family trumpeting middle-class … Continue reading

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Three Haikus for the 2nd

Cozy Den of Iniquity Wither thou goest oh, hibernating rodent! Preach thine prediction! > > > > > > > > > > Misdirected Celebratory nod today to the wiener; happy ground-hog day. > > > > > > > … Continue reading

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obsequies

Death came again conversational notification sociability media cultural medium du jour mundanely profound in heralding a passing old acquaintance high school classmate we were not close, then now? feeling compelled to not be standoffish, participate in communal grief ‘click’ Our … Continue reading

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