The Siamese Cat Poem by Mark Tulin
A Siamese cat leaped on top of the kitchen table where the smell of salmon lingered romantically like a song.Continue Reading
A Siamese cat leaped on top of the kitchen table where the smell of salmon lingered romantically like a song.Continue Reading
The Desert Wind There’s an eastern wind from the desert that blows dry air into a big swirl. The windContinue Reading
A tribe of savages conspire to make an innocent girl miserable. For she is a loner, a vulnerable one withoutContinue Reading
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Celebrating the noble is shortsighted. Honoring the privileged may do us more harm than not. The spiritually enlightened perhaps areContinue Reading
By Mark Tulin I am a pushover. I let people call themselves my friends. I give clowns and vagabonds permissionContinue Reading






