Poem: Hairy Marilyn By Mark Tulin
Hairy Marilyn, Miss Monroe you can’t hide from me with your fake beard and those Buddy Holly glasses. I knowContinue Reading
Hairy Marilyn, Miss Monroe you can’t hide from me with your fake beard and those Buddy Holly glasses. I knowContinue Reading
My whole life is bound to the chair, But I still sing and play a guitar. I still say helloContinue Reading
Enjoy reading my poem on South Mountain on LetterPile.
Jazz is playing In a La Jolla café Performing outside on the wall Notes floating in the air Sparkling blackContinue Reading
I approached the Free Speech table with apprehension. I didn’t know what to say. Ranting about the government wasContinue Reading
My creation sits near the pier, just below the briny boardwalk of Stearns Wharf, with no fingers or toes onlyContinue Reading






