Poem: Starvation and Sorrow by Mark Tulin
She’s disjointed Shattered Gaunt and sunken A cubist A Picasso Unable to eat Fearing life Broken and abused Looking ButContinue Reading
She’s disjointed Shattered Gaunt and sunken A cubist A Picasso Unable to eat Fearing life Broken and abused Looking ButContinue Reading
Grandma cranks the tuna can with an old fashioned opener, making sure not to get cut on the edges.Continue Reading
Hiked the trail down to the Chumash fire pit. Threw spiritual logs into the fire. Felt the native spirit inContinue Reading
I sit quietly at this moment with a slight lift of the hips, legs folded, little finger touching thumb, heartContinue Reading
For Jose, there was no woman except for the one he slept with. The one someone had to inflate withContinue Reading
My old friend is 97 today. He walks slowly, gently slides along the floor, and shuffles with ease.Continue Reading






