Poem: Clean Sheets by Mark Tulin
He takes an afternoon nap on clean sheets and pillowcases, a celestial escape The fresh smell of laundered bedding isContinue Reading
He takes an afternoon nap on clean sheets and pillowcases, a celestial escape The fresh smell of laundered bedding isContinue Reading
They gather assemble in dark rooms banquet halls and out-of-order bathroom stalls They judge you from their ivory towersContinue Reading
For the print version of this poem and commentary, check out my LetterPile article called Poetic Flashback: Vinyl on Sunset.Continue Reading
A different version of the poem on Pencliff. The taco carnitas beckons me with mouth wide open. It says, comeContinue Reading
My father bought me an accordion when I was a kid. He said it would help my asthma, pushing theContinue Reading
I was held hostage in the backseat of my dysfunctional family, surrounded by borderlines and controlling geeks. “Keep calm,” IContinue Reading






