Published by

K Mark Schofer

A seedy booze joint, 
A gal and some smoke
waiting for her 
favorite  song
to play.

The cigarette being
the
last remaining dangling
participle.

And in the smoky air
hangs 
hope 
With a hint 
Of desperation 
if you 
look close enough.

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.