Poetry

"...Once again we have escaped..."

Water haiku

"...life's harder on earth's satellite..."

"...Low-rent experiences are allotted to most of us..."

"...an abode that houses hopes and happiness..."

"...how you treat her depends on respect..."

Bob is a Doctor Emeritus, retired Palliative Care Physician at Northern Light, Eastern Maine Medical Center, previously a general and thoracic surgeon.

"...you’ll fall in love again..."

"...and soon discover we have lost something along the way..."

"...warm with love and wisdom..."

"...The asylum doors are down and the lunatics are out...."

"...Behind masked eyes..."

"...you cannot compel a bruised person to heal quickly..."

"...lightning streaked eclipse on the edge of tomorrow..."

"...Does it have or can it have a soul?..."

"...I come from big-band jazz..."

"...this mask should not replace her face..."

In times of loss...

"...No shame in showing my love this way..."

"...This man worked for forty years..."

"...Somehow I know that tonight will end..."

"Two sets of Hoodies on display..."

"...such suffering as fire raged all around..."

"...sub-atomic particles, escaping to dance..."

"...Finding life in every act..."

"...It is our soul. Our present and future..."

Mark J. Mitchell has been a working poet for 50 years. He lives in San Francisco where he points out pretty things.

"...cold in absence of your laughter..."

"...our job is to communicate..."

"...all too unbelievable nightmare madness..."