Poems by Mark O. Decker

Always We Want More To hear, in the winds, the sounds of riches, is to begin wanting, aching, for more wealth,  more riches; but, what are riches to a man who has everything that is important; They are nothing, mere specs of sand  in the proverbial hourglass of time; Only the fool drops his real … Continue reading Poems by Mark O. Decker


BY Ryan Quinn Flanagan    is that cardboard? is that D.B. Copper on performance enhancing drugs? I could skin a snake with chopsticks while listening to Nancy Sinatra, that is not what I wish to do, but what must be done the sole difference being one of want: what I want, you ask? a cart full … Continue reading Chinook