Published by

K Mark Schofer

Memory of November

Remind me of monsoonal

Rains and no power

And by the light

Of a crackling fire

On paper and with

Pen writing letters

meant To be read.

With paper and a pen.

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.