Poem: Crazy Like Grandpa by Mark Tulin
He was senile as my Aunt called it, didn’t know my name or who was president. Yet, he battledContinue Reading
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Poem: Sea of Row Homes by Mark Tulin
I see brick row houses lined up evenly on a street, squished together, one street after another. A seaContinue Reading
Poetry: Bullies by Mark Tulin
I am a pushover. I let people call themselves my friends. Give clowns and vagabonds permission to insult me, stompContinue Reading
Poem: Muir Woods by Mark Tulin
Enter quiet, enter peace. I need a refuge. I’m so weak and vulnerable. The sunlight blinds my eyes. IContinue Reading
Poem: Magical Yogis by Mark Tulin
If you take a hike from the mountaintop and follow the spiraling mist downhill you’ll come across an ancientContinue Reading
Poem: Over-Tuned Fiddle by Mark Tulin
Like an over-tuned fiddle, the music is painful, notes of neglect, stanzas of heartache. Hamstrings don’t lie, we do. TheContinue Reading
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