Poem: Oil Change by Mark Tulin
Relaxing under the chassis, hand holding wrench, grease dripping down into the pan. With each oil change, he feels aContinue Reading
Category: Poetry
Poem: Bold Typeface Lips by Mark Tulin
When I pick up a copy of your hardcover Making sure the dust cover is intact I gently open yourContinue Reading
Poem: Burnt Almond Sky by Mark Tulin
It’s been a week now. Still surrounded by wildfires in Santa Barbara. The sky keeps changing colors. The sun, whenContinue Reading
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