Published by

K Mark Schofer

I remember meeting this girl I knew

In a field sipping a beer early

On a Friday afternoon. She walked

over to me and slipped something

in my left coat pocket.

It was a cassette tape with both

Reckoning and Murmur. I was in

love.

I listened to those albums a

long time. I still do.

Walk home to an empty house,

sit around all by yourself
I know it might sound strange,

but I believe

you’ll be coming back before too long

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.