Poem: Cliché by Mark Tulin
Don’t give me cliché, let the words flow naturally from the soul You have a compelling voice Trust it,Continue Reading
Don’t give me cliché, let the words flow naturally from the soul You have a compelling voice Trust it,Continue Reading
They gather assemble in dark rooms banquet halls and out-of-order bathroom stalls They judge you from their ivory towersContinue Reading
like a surreal Salvador Dali painting. May 30, 2018 on smokebox.net. room full of strangers. January 24, 2017 atContinue Reading
I have a garden full of baldheaded, bifocaled therapists with sofas, chairs and shelves of esoteric books. I water themContinue Reading
The poem lures me through a narrow uncertain path. As I walk the corridor, my mind unravels like aContinue Reading
When I was a little boy I looked out my bedroom window when it rained, snowed, or when the sunContinue Reading