Poem: On the Fence by Mark Tulin
Leaning back then forth My talons grip the wood My wings oiled and prepared Should I stay or flyContinue Reading
Leaning back then forth My talons grip the wood My wings oiled and prepared Should I stay or flyContinue Reading
Hairy Marilyn, Miss Monroe you can’t hide from me with your fake beard and those Buddy Holly glasses. I knowContinue Reading
My whole life is bound to the chair, But I still sing and play a guitar. I still say helloContinue Reading
Enjoy reading my poem on South Mountain on LetterPile.
Jazz is playing In a La Jolla café Performing outside on the wall Notes dancing in the air Sparkling blackContinue Reading
I approached the Free Speech table with apprehension. I didn’t know what to say. Ranting about the government wasContinue Reading