Poem: Returning to My Drishti by Mark Tulin
I sit quietly at this moment with a slight lift of the hips, legs folded, little finger touching thumb, heartContinue Reading
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Poem: My Place of Persecution by Mark Tulin
Philly was my home for years My identity and my place of persecution The sports pages are all fullContinue Reading
Poem: Enduring Nature by Mark Tulin
Where the mountain meets the ocean, the lion and lamb come together. When the sand rises and observes the vista,Continue Reading
Poem: Under the Stars and the Full Moon by Mark Tulin
For Jose, there was no woman except for the one he slept with. The one someone had to inflate withContinue Reading
Poem: My Old Friend by Mark Tulin
My old friend is 97 today. He walks slowly, gently slides along the floor, and shuffles with ease.Continue Reading
In Dreams Begin Nightmares by Mark Tulin (Short Story Link)
I recently wrote a short story for The Family Therapy Magazine. It was the hardest piece of writing I haveContinue Reading
