Mary Margaret Park

“The Constellations Will Follow” for Jessica by Mary Margaret Park upon the silver moon she rode in a swirl of phantom dreams the stars beckoned with her passage reflecting greatness that they’d seen she was alone and feeling weary so didn’t notice them at all blinded by past failures she’d given up, would let them [...]

“One Mind Reels” by Mary Margaret Park a bitter wind blows into a slow motion slide show an over exposed mind reel blasting in from the past a watered down version of the man with the mask a conquistador’s parade in the faded fashions of yesterday a procession for here and now for a vibrant [...]

“Passage Left, Nowhere Right” by Mary Margaret Park desert ice parched dry weeping in that slice of time pain the rust of reason paper thin cuts constant a faraway echo of grinding glass dark alleys cold and indifferent passages leading nowhere ——————– Make a $5 Contribution?

“Moods” by Mary Margaret Park our moods are many things a kite a sail a coin a cane soaring high into to the air or tumbling back into despair our emotions frame the hours casual keepers of glass towers with no regard to flights of fancy casting stones or sitting calmly at will they shape [...]

“Line” by Mary Margaret Park the wind a blue streak intersecting today and tomorrow a hint a suggestion a notion an exchange between friends a whispered echo translucent and bittersweet ——————– Make a $5 Contribution?

“The New Working Class Poor” by Mary Margaret Park sucking up futures with slot machine wiles pop go the weasels with painted on smiles our congress sold out to big bidders in suits we’re choking and gasping our heads in their noose keepers of fortunes that we’ll never know purveyors of privilege and grifters of [...]

It is still unbelievable that 2012 is right around the corner (damn!), but that’s okay. There are so many items on my list to give back to all of you that in reality, it is really all that should matter at this juncture. A lot of old paradigm minded suits will balk at the notion [...]

corporations turn on a dime slap backs and greenbacks they’re robbing you blind enron beginnings etched in the sand with tacit impunity they shape the land fat cat opportunists seize the dollars decline to downsize and justify the end of overtime they’ll exploit you use you run you into the ground keep the money coming [...]

He loves women Beautiful women It’s in the smell of her hair and the feel of her skin The sway of her hips and the tilt of her chin It’s in the stride of her step and the shape of her calve The spark of her eyes and the sound of her laugh He loves [...]

reflections of humanity like falling rain insignificant minutes pour through our fingertips like rain reflections of you and I and the people we love droplets in time hours eclipse into nothingness like heat lightening on a summer evening their impressions flashing into oblivion at the speed of light posing questions… the answering echoes of thunder [...]