Published by

K Mark Schofer


I remember when Oregon was a mystery
To me.
I wondered if there was a magical pathway 
To the ocean over that there hill.
A place so beuutiful that was a secret to most.
And there were.
Multnomah, Willamette and Couch were weird
words.
I now feel like I have lived here a long time.
And I don’t even live here any more.

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.