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
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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.
Poem: Kosher Pickle by Mark Tulin
Image attribution:ChildofMidnight It felt good to be in a Jewish deli. I haven’t been to one since I leftContinue Reading
Flash Fiction: On Fire by Mark Tulin
She crouched like a tiger honing in on its prey. She sniffed and picked up the scent of aContinue Reading
Poem: Calm, Foggy Ocean by Mark Tulin
I like the calm, foggy ocean where the anchored boats seem to linger. I enjoy an afternoon of stayingContinue Reading
Confession Sunday: Happy Baby by Mark Tulin
At a recent yoga class, I farted several times during the happy baby pose and made believe that itContinue Reading
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