Poem: Where Did Time Go by Mark Tulin
I walk down the street looking at my reflection in each car window. I see a wrinkled face, a bent-overContinue Reading
I walk down the street looking at my reflection in each car window. I see a wrinkled face, a bent-overContinue Reading
My mother threw out my poetry when I was fifteen, just like that, no apologies given. She made sureContinue Reading
Live a long life, the clouds say. Count all your blessings, the winds whisper. There’s a healer among usContinue Reading
Another version of this poem at Mark Tulin on Letterpile. The reading on YouTube. Buttered popcorn, milk chocolate GoobersContinue Reading
At your graduation, I clapped when your name was called. I remembered how proud I was to receive thatContinue Reading
I have a garden full of baldheaded, bifocaled therapists with sofas, chairs and shelves of esoteric books. I water themContinue Reading






