Author Archives: poetluckerate

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.

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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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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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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Midway? All the way. (Love is… #39)

Love is a day at the fair flashing neon, loud music, exotic sights, smells, sounds, enticements, leering inducements of all sorts adrenaline-pumping sensory overload You know you shouldn’t overindulge but you do and then you get sick but what a … Continue reading

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I am catching my second wind my longing for home going back has overtaken my wanderlust not that my desire to move to see, experience so much more than I already have has waned, run out of gas in the … Continue reading

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On family trips when I was eight, nine plastic, primary-color cowboys, Indians, soldiers, animals fought and romped in a synthetic, nappy, dark-blue rear-window battlefield meadow Other times, it was a fuzzy ledge on which to lean, and watch the road … Continue reading

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  – Mark L. Lucker © 2017

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Put on your shoes

“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”       Laozi Our journey has finally begun there have been fits, starts, delays in getting here; now finally underway, I am ill at ease The irony, not … Continue reading

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Eight-by-ten, glossy Women’s gowns a snowy hue men’s jackets polar-colored pants black, everything else radiant shades of grays drearily brilliant tones off-black, dark-white vibrant portrait in celluloid Twelve adults, a young boy bouffants and buzz cuts, ogling camera, mischievously dead … Continue reading

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