Poem: Sleepytime by Mark Tulin
No dreams. No restless legs. No Jiminy Cricket chattering in my ear to keep me awake. Just a deepContinue Reading
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Poem: With Each Pose by Mark Tulin
I come to the mat humble, born into this life with a single heartbeat. Legs folded, palms facing up, clarity comesContinue Reading
Poem: Should-ing by Mark Tulin
I beware the self-righteous, those pedestal dwellers, who should me to death. As if they know what I needContinue Reading
Poem: Waxy Buildup by Mark Tulin
Don’t flush, don’t drain my ears, Doc then I’ll be able to hear. I’ll hear all the chatter in theContinue Reading
Flash Fiction: Detox by Mark Tulin
There was silence. My dad felt lower than any point in his life, even worse than the day myContinue Reading
Confession Sunday: Emotional Baggage by Mark Tulin
I inherited my anger issues from my father. That’s why I didn’t go to his funeral.
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