You would do anything for it. You would do tricks that they would never imagine you could do like balancing upside down on your head and spinning the housecat off your back paws like they do in the circus.
An excerpt from The Hungry Springer at Friday Flash Fiction.
The doctor pointed to the monitor and did a play-by-play description of the movement of the tube. Nurse Linda rubbed my hand to ease the discomfort.
An excerpt from The Procedure, published in Friday Flash Fiction.
“I imagined that the butterflies were all the dead Holocaust victims rising up again. They rose from the furnace of death and hate.”
Read Poster Boy by Mark Tulin on Friday Flash Fiction.
The yellow sun
through the porthole
of a sushi bar
where I eat
a rainbow roll with tuna,
freshly caught salmon,
spicy mango sauce,
some extra ginger:
The poem first appeared in Sivana East on 11/17/17.
The Poetry King (video poem) by Mark Tulin
Press this link to get to the poem: The Poetry King by Mark Tulin.
Click the link to my article/poem. Viva La Fiesta