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Poem: Bessie and Billy by Mark Tulin
Bessie the Cow’s son, Billy moved out of the meadow on Wednesday. No longer a calf he grew tired ofContinue Reading
Flash Fiction Link: Yoji by Mark Tulin
They all looked so cute, especially a sleek Russian Blue with silky gray fur. He looked at me withContinue Reading
Poem: Mulitple Personality by Mark Tulin
The holy man scares me He teeters on the edge of light and darkness of right and wrong of truthContinue Reading
Flash Fiction: Old Sneaker on a Broom Handle by Mark Tulin
I fall asleep to the automobile tires spinning on asphalt, the screeching birds overhead, the peddling boys on bicyclesContinue Reading
Crow On The Wire 