Mark Graham
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I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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The Student Desk
Do you remember sitting in a desk something like this one? Placing your head down and seeing all the doodles that other students wrote makes one think and then scratch their own message to pass along to other new students who will be sitting in this same seat maybe one day. Good memory.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
A Cafeteria
Now my school did not have an outside cafeteria, but we did have an area if we wanted to go out just for some fresh air. School cafeterias places of so-called mystery meat and other culinary somewhat disasters in the name of healthy, nutritious eating. No wonder I was mainly a brown-bag person.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Tracks
Why don't trains travel on me anymore? I know there are weeds from time to time on my rails, but won't the wheels on the trains cut the weeds away? I swear I can hear many trains, but why don't they travel on me now? Too many questions and no answers for me.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
The Bench
There was a bench all covered with snow. In the woods deep inside a park. This bench sits wondering when will the people be back and sit and have conversations again while sitting on me. I so do love the sound of voices of all kinds. When will the voices return for me.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
What's in Your Locker
Going back to junior high (middle school) and then on to high school ad what did you pack your lockers with day to day. To be honest the only things I actually put in my locker was my coat and books. If I close my eyes and try to remember when walking down the hallway and yes sometimes, I did peek into other's lockers.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Journal
What's in your Lunch box?
Remember going to school carrying your Scooby Doo lunch box or whatever favorite character was on it at the time. This was always a mystery to be solved when lunchtime arrived unless you requested something the night before, but you were not sure if your request would be granted. I will always remember asking for Hostess Ding Dongs or even potato chips and sometimes even pop when I got into fourth and fifth grades and above.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Journal
In the Shed
Would you live here even if it is a shed? Who could and would have lived here? This is a little old brown shed that could have been the home of a writer artist who really liked their solitude to perfect their craft. If it was possible to be a perfect writer. One that could have been a poet but wanted to write fiction or maybe become an artist of some kind to go along with their writing.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
In the Basement
Basements are rooms loaded with mysteries of all kinds. What kind of mysteries do you think these steps lead? Down the six or more steps you are not sure what you may find especially when you notice the old door is slightly ajar. Basements are usually where families or whomever keep their washer and dryer and whatever down there to keep the rest of the house clutter-free. But...
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
In the Dining Room
Is this what the future will be like? All the little knick-knacks, books and other little chotskies that we all save, and display will be gone. In this dining room so clean and bare there is a mystery there. The owners say there is no mystery with a smile on their faces. For if you look around shouldn't the table be set for, I thought, formal dining rooms always had the table set, as if to show off all the many treasured dishes one likes to show off right down to the placement of the silverware.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
