Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...warm with love and wisdom..."
"...and soon discover we have lost something along the way..."
"...you’ll fall in love again..."
"...Does it have or can it have a soul?..."
"...Finding life in every act..."
"...sub-atomic particles, escaping to dance..."
"...such suffering as fire raged all around..."
"Two sets of Hoodies on display..."
"...Somehow I know that tonight will end..."
"...This man worked for forty years..."
"...No shame in showing my love this way..."
In times of loss...
"...this mask should not replace her face..."
"...I come from big-band jazz..."
"...It is our soul. Our present and future..."
"...i didn’t have much to my name..."
"...your presence all about the room..."
"...the shadow of buildings in rank on each side of the bridge..."
"...we are the playwrights who nurture the words..."
"...all too unbelievable nightmare madness..."
"...our job is to communicate..."
"...cold in absence of your laughter..."
Mark J. Mitchell has been a working poet for 50 years. He lives in San Francisco where he points out pretty things.
"...eclipses that all beings, anywhere, anytime experience..."
"...ethereal jazz saxophones screaming impossible altissimo ranges..."
"...Paradox and plurality are a part of our processes..."
"... reminds me once again of my own imminent demise ..."
"...when Broadway had undimmed bright lights..."
"...an arrow-like chariot takes to strike..."
Haiku dream