Poem: Notes Dancing by Mark Tulin
Jazz is playing In a La Jolla café Performing outside on the wall Notes floating in the air Sparkling blackContinue Reading
Jazz is playing In a La Jolla café Performing outside on the wall Notes floating 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
My creation sits near the pier, just below the briny boardwalk of Stearns Wharf, with no fingers or toes onlyContinue Reading
Sometimes I sit at the community piano downtown that’s set up in the middle of a busy sidewalk, andContinue Reading
Front and back covers to my poetry chapbook.
I teeter in one foggy moment. The waves come on either side. I tell myself to widen my stance,Continue Reading






