Poem: Ragged Memories by Mark Tulin
His memories live in his worn out woolen blankets, full of holes and frayed at the edges. His dreamsContinue Reading
His memories live in his worn out woolen blankets, full of holes and frayed at the edges. His dreamsContinue 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






