Poem: Milky Saucers by Mark Tulin
The hour before he died, his eyes floated in milky saucers. In his silent and melancholic agony, he spoke inContinue Reading
The hour before he died, his eyes floated in milky saucers. In his silent and melancholic agony, he spoke inContinue Reading
Leaves of Ink: Caught in a Vortex— http://www.leaves-of-ink.com/2018/10/caught-in-vortex.html My personal apocalypse. Caught in a Vortex Mark Tulin – –I wasContinue Reading
It’s been a week now. Still surrounded by wildfires in Santa Barbara. The sky keeps changing colors. The sun, whenContinue Reading
This poem appears in the elephant journal on Sep 1, 2017 Hear me read, I Only Want People to LookContinue Reading
In the quiet corner of the city Next to a vacant building Where people sleep for free Two men and aContinue Reading






