Crow Friday Poem: Quiet of the Park by Mark Tulin
Previously posted in the Virtual Library (Now called Pencliff) and in Vitas Brevis. I drift off in the quiet ofContinue Reading
Previously posted in the Virtual Library (Now called Pencliff) and in Vitas Brevis. I drift off in the quiet ofContinue 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
Along the harbor Near the crusty breakers Where I once swam A Great White made certain I never cameContinue Reading