six poems

Someone’s in the mirror looking back.

Voices through the door. Who’s there?

Fat clown shooting balloon marmots, again.

Love is always in another castle.

Good news . . . I found my knife . . .

Her final words: “Make something up.”

M. R. LANG writes short stories. Sometimes, the stories are very short. So short, that they don’t count. A professor once called them poetry.