Poem: Life’s Ordinary Beauty by Mark Tulin
They say if you touch the petal of a flower, it heats your soul. It makes the sparrows ofContinue Reading
They say if you touch the petal of a flower, it heats your soul. It makes the sparrows ofContinue Reading
There was a blur in his history, a void that he needed to fill with a growing pain thatContinue Reading
That gnawing part of me feels like a separate person, an alter ego that I can’t control. He’s a friendContinue Reading
By Mark Tulin in the Asylum. I remember the voices in the asylum—the screams bouncing off the walls. Nurses droppedContinue Reading
The disturber of the peace comes to me with my eyes barely open in the middle of the nightContinue Reading
Looking out the crown of a yurt, I can see the hawk circling above and hear the energy of theContinue Reading






