Crow Poem Revisited: The Colors of Therapy by Mark Tulin
Sitting in the waiting room at 6 p.m., I’m already feeling hopeful. Although my chest feels tight and my worldContinue Reading
Sitting in the waiting room at 6 p.m., I’m already feeling hopeful. Although my chest feels tight and my worldContinue Reading
You change when your mother dies. Life is a little askew like a picture that won’t hang straight or aContinue 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






