Poetry and Stories by Mark Tulin
Previously posted in the Virtual Library (Now called Pencliff) and in Vitas Brevis. I drift off in the quiet ofContinue Reading
When I was a selfish little runt, it was all about me. It didn’t matter who I insulted, what personContinue Reading
When Miles arrived at work, the office staff greeted him with funny looks, some were either giggling or bentContinue Reading
I was an innocent baby, but I wasn’t very cute.
I walk down the street looking at my reflection in each car window. I see a wrinkled face, a bent-overContinue Reading
“Hold me,” Karima demanded, no longer feeling like an alienated exchange student missing her country, but a self-assured youngContinue Reading