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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A Point in Spacetime
It had taken three days to go through my Great Grandpa’s house. He had the old mill converted over to generate power for the property. It seemed to be working. That was good because I had no idea what to do if it broke. It powered the cherry orchard he had inherited from his father. He had made it work for him all his life.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
Incredible Darkness of Being
Express your vileness as a vow. A disdain of hateful Goodness. Just what is it that you allow, as a subject of your Darkness.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
My Friend Pain
Pain, God damn long term f****ing pain The type that does not go away pain in my neck drives me insane Yet I make through another day
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
Cooking with Insane Jane
The aroma filled the air with the smell of carbolized Mary Jane and simmering butter. Victoria Heartt let it cook for well over an hour. As she was known to her close friends, Vic filtered out the solids from the hot butter. Then she let it cool. With that butter, she measured out the required ingredients to make three dozen chocolate chip cookies.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Potent
Electronic Sheep?
If robots dream of electronic sheep Then what do those sheep eat? And I may be some sort of fool But is that where you get steel wool?
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
The Siren's Call
Big Brother’s not Living! Big Brother’s not Dead! Big Brother’s just Watching, From inside your Head! He feeds on your Passion.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
Down in Georgia: Sung to the Devil Went Down to Georgia
The Libtards went down to Georgia. They were looking for an Election to steal. They were in a bind ‘cause they were way behind
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
Monsoon Madness
In the bright heat of the afternoon, the Sun boils the desert air. These thermals arouse the Monsoon, from its moist and steamy lair.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
What Shall We Reap
Avenge Rodney King was their yell; where was the Justice which they yearned? Three nights they lit the Fires of Hell, and the City of Angels burned!
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
A Forbidden Love
The Moonrise is an image grand, A cresting sphere of golden light. Around her in the Heavens stand, Billions of Stars that glimmer bright.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
Well Come to the United States sung to the Hotel California
In the hot desert wilds, no water anywhere The promise of riches, running from despair An image with the persistence of a much better life
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
The Sample Example
I want to go back to the Earth,” I said. “It was explained to you if you wanted to see the center of the universe that when you came back, the sun will have grown to a red giant destroying the Earth,” the computer system said.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction

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A Point in Spacetime

Incredible Darkness of Being

My Friend Pain

Cooking with Insane Jane

Electronic Sheep?

The Siren's Call

Down in Georgia: Sung to the Devil Went Down to Georgia

Monsoon Madness

What Shall We Reap

A Forbidden Love

Well Come to the United States sung to the Hotel California

The Sample Example

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