Published by

K Mark Schofer

Often 
Rather they are nightmares where I
can not fall back to sleep.
Bombs bursting in air as a constant 
reminder that humankind 
is neither human or kind.

A person lies holding on to
Life with a shrapnel infested 
abdomen

Soon to be a father, a mother
no more.

And for what?

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.