Free to let My Beard Grow, a poem by Mark Tulin
I may live unsheltered, not knowing when my next meal will come; my shoes may have holes in itsContinue Reading
Category: Poetry
Poem: Grandpa Drinking Tea by Mark Tulin
Grandpa puts a Lipton teabag in the cup and drinks tea while looking out the window in the house thatContinue Reading
Dreams like Vinaigrette, a Poem by Mark Tulin
Every time I eat exotic food, I get weird dreams. It must be the person who prepares theContinue Reading
YouTube Video Poem: Poor Bullied Soul
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Waiting for My Latte by Mark Tulin
While waiting for my latte at Starbucks, I wonder why all of us are standing with hands in ourContinue Reading
Leaves of Ink: Each Ear of Corn by Mark Tulin
Leaves of Ink: Each Ear of Corn— http://www.leaves-of-ink.com/2019/05/each-ear-of-corn.html Each Ear of CornMark Tulin- -The man who speaks broken English carefullyContinue Reading
Crow On The Wire 