Published by

K Mark Schofer

The coffee poured, now tepid and perfect
the morning paper arrived 
Pippi scanned the news paper, obituaries 
and it seemed as if nobody had died

Watching this march into oblivion 
from afar right after the cross word
It’s a daily obsession of sorts
conformation of living long, quite absurd

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.