Gooey Poems by Mark Tulin
My poems Are like homemade Chocolate chip cookies– Fresh, gooey And warm. I try to bake Them slowly WithContinue Reading
My poems Are like homemade Chocolate chip cookies– Fresh, gooey And warm. I try to bake Them slowly WithContinue Reading
INSULTS BY MARK TULIN I collect insults Like rare stamps And paste them To my book Of forgiveness. When myContinue Reading
His memories live in his worn out woolen blankets, full of holes and frayed at the edges. His dreamsContinue Reading
An excerpt from The Last Sermon on LetterPile. I prayed with a ghost, a murdered man’s spirit, the redContinue Reading
I’ll find you a heart-shaped shell, put it to your ear and you can listen to the rush of myContinue Reading
I miss the honesty of childhood. The way my friends told me the truth in words, in play orContinue Reading






