Mark Stigers

Joined June 2021

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One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona

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Where Is It, gone
Where is all the money, gone Such a Long time passing Where is all the money, gone So long ago Where is all the money, gone
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
Dark Dreams
The moonlight shined though the old thorn bush into the window of our room making strange shadows on the wall. One part of the shadow looked like an evil face. When the wind blew it looked like it was talking. I thought I heard its voice.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Horror
Mega Problems
Oh Brontosaur, Creature of such great girth. Were your Farts feared, By the other denizens of the Earth? Could your farts be heard for miles?
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
To Hear God
An Angel sent to Earth to live Mary graced us with her presence A life of service she did give A soul of such sweet essence
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
The Beer Belly Brigade
John drained a cold can of beer and said, “This protest shit pisses me off. Anti-American leftest screaming for their rights, oh hell no! Those Arab Palestinians screaming death to America can kiss my ass.”
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Humor
Gripes in the Breeze
Gas burns my eyes The cops snatch one more from the protest line All my screams Change nothing in the grand Scheme of Things
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
What do you do
Sung to the musters What do you do when the president Won’t obey the country’s valid laws Does he have a mental defect
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
Snow Bound
The Wind sounded like screaming, like someone beating at the door to be let into my sanctuary. Outside only the white snow that covered everything. My cabin, a miracle. A fire, a blessing from God. The storm, a Demon’s curse. White freezing death howled outside. The thick logs of the cabin were still to thin. The cold grabed at your soul, and you shivered. A memory imprinted in me for the rest of my life.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction
The Meat of the Issue
Gretchen Stoutframe had never been to such a formal dwarven meal. She had read all the etiquette books, so she knew what to do, but Ball’s dinner was very proper.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Chapters
Land of Amber Grain
The missiles we make they go real fast With a ‘tronic punch and deadly bash Better weapons, there may not be Part of the call to Guard the free
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
The Deal
From five dwarven gems arranged just so. Around and round they make Light’s glint go. A Pentagram that opens a door,
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Chapters
To Claim Your Future
The next evening Charity Stoutframe shouted, “Dinner, wash up and come to the table.” “Coming,” echoed from many rooms in the house.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Chapters

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Where Is It, gone

Dark Dreams

Mega Problems

To Hear God

The Beer Belly Brigade

Gripes in the Breeze

What do you do

Snow Bound

The Meat of the Issue

Land of Amber Grain

The Deal

To Claim Your Future

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