Martin Lochner : Writing

the marching song

the marching song

A Poem by Martin Lochner


The stupidity of the young.Michael Gra King
Dead Ford Blues

Dead Ford Blues

A Poem by Martin Lochner


she lived the nomad disaster hoping that one day the old Ford dies ,
Pushing Pimples

Pushing Pimples

A Story by Martin Lochner


Protect your children’s consciousness at home and never send them to fight wars. The shattering and scaring of their consciousness is permanent...
Paper Tiger

Paper Tiger

A Poem by Martin Lochner


Aad de Gids i didn't knew of dead writers but felt this poem in the double stream of the inner tattoo of the research of carcinogenic cells and an out..
Awkwardly I am

Awkwardly I am

A Poem by Martin Lochner


Blaga Todorova- Sometimes just the fact that we are alive, awkwardly or most naturally in our skin, is the best of it all
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Flash back Still

Flash back Still

A Poem by Martin Lochner


Chris Nelles- stark and disturing.
It is Mine

It is Mine

A Poem by Martin Lochner


"Placing the very soul in cosmicWhole"-Myra Lochner
Railway blues collection : 03 poems

Railway blues collection : 03 poems

A Poem by Martin Lochner


A poem must speak in clear simple words and while its meaning is deep and multi layered it much enchant the bricklayer and the scientist!
Elegy: beyond the ashes

Elegy: beyond the ashes

A Poem by Martin Lochner


Excommunication with my mother.

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