Poem: Sandpipers in the Bright Sunlight by Mark Tulin
I walk the beach to heal, feeling the sand cushion and comfort my tired feet. I hear the sound ofContinue Reading
I walk the beach to heal, feeling the sand cushion and comfort my tired feet. I hear the sound ofContinue Reading
The hope and sadness of a hoarder’s life in a poem.
I close my eyes and listen to the sounds that crows make, serious and playful, graveling and intense; soundsContinue Reading
A short-haired black soul named Sidney is missing from my body. Sidney is a chubby soul in a feline bodyContinue Reading
You change when your mother dies. Life is a little askew like a picture that won’t hang straight or aContinue Reading
Lovers walking hip to hip, barefoot and dreamy, taking pictures with heart-shaped hands. Lovers cuddle on the sand, warmed byContinue Reading






