Flash Fiction: Buttercup by Mark Tulin
Build Me Up Buttercup was blaring from the big speakers in the rafters. The melody stuck in my head,Continue Reading
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Poem: Walkers With Tennis Balls By Mark Tulin
Growing older forces you to accept change, circumstances beyond your control. Nursing homes, microwave meals, arthritic fingers, feet soakedContinue Reading
Poem Tuesday: Not Home by Mark Tulin
I try to talk to him, but he never answers. There’s always a busy signal or a recording thatContinue Reading
Poem: On The Porch by Mark Tulin
On a quiet night, the old man smokes a stogie sitting on the porch. He can only watch theContinue Reading
Poem: Unfamiliar Spaces by Mark Tulin
Dreams, smokey nights in darkened rooms with relatives mixed with friends and enemies. Dreams, anxious and surreal, caught betweenContinue Reading
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