The Poem by Mark Tulin
The poem lures me through a narrow uncertain path. As I walk the corridor, my mind unravels like aContinue Reading
The poem lures me through a narrow uncertain path. As I walk the corridor, my mind unravels like aContinue Reading
A young homeless couple living below the poverty line, among the sirens of despair Dream of stepping lightly, waltzingContinue Reading
No dreams. No restless legs. No Jiminy Cricket chattering in my ear to keep me awake. Just a deepContinue Reading
I come to the mat humble, born into this life with a single heartbeat. Legs folded, palms facing up, clarity comesContinue Reading
I beware the self-righteous, those pedestal dwellers, who should me to death. As if they know what I needContinue Reading
Don’t flush, don’t drain my ears, Doc then I’ll be able to hear. I’ll hear all the chatter in theContinue Reading






