The Cubicle, a Poem by Mark Tulin
The cubicle gets smaller over the years as I decorate it like a pseudo home with my children’s pictures, fakeContinue Reading
The cubicle gets smaller over the years as I decorate it like a pseudo home with my children’s pictures, fakeContinue Reading
Hairy Marilyn, Miss Monroe you can’t hide from me with your fake beard and those Buddy Holly glasses. IContinue Reading
The sober reality came to me in a dream like all important thoughts. My good friend’s life on earth wasContinue Reading
At the baptism, I dipped you in sacred water and lit the candle, watching your flawed nature turn clean andContinue Reading
Leaves of Ink: Last Cigarette— Read on http://www.leaves-of-ink.com/2019/02/last-cigarette.html Last Cigarette Mark Tulin – –Under the elevated train,surrounded by steel girdersandContinue Reading
An alluring beauty with swaying hips and long legs on rollerblades, streaks of sunlight across her face and salty kissesContinue Reading






