Crow Friday Poem: Quiet of the Park by Mark Tulin
Previously posted in the now defunct Vita Brevis Press. Quiet of the Park I drift off in the quiet ofContinue Reading
Previously posted in the now defunct Vita Brevis Press. Quiet of the Park I drift off in the quiet ofContinue Reading
She sits in the coffee shop talking to herself, arguing about things no one understands. Past conflicts have never beenContinue Reading
A Stray Like Me – Defiant Scribe A homeless man’s dog dies suddenly. — Read on defiantscribe.com/a-stray-like-me/
The homeless man who wanders the beach every morning spotted a garbage bag that was partially buried in the sand.Continue Reading
I push a cart with rusty wheels uphill in the hot, summer heat. When I get to the top. IContinue Reading
They gather assemble in dark rooms banquet halls and out-of-order bathroom stalls They judge you from their ivory towersContinue Reading






