Poem: Where Did Time Go by Mark Tulin
I walk down the street looking at my reflection in each car window. I see a wrinkled face, a bent-overContinue Reading
I walk down the street looking at my reflection in each car window. I see a wrinkled face, a bent-overContinue Reading
“Hold me,” Karima demanded, no longer feeling like an alienated exchange student missing her country, but a self-assured youngContinue Reading
A humorous video poem about a not so magical suit. Although it got me through my Bar Mitzvah unscathed.Continue Reading
My mother threw out my poetry when I was fifteen, just like that, no apologies given. She made sureContinue Reading






