Micro-Fiction Link: The Garbage Bag by Mark Tulin
The homeless man who wanders the beach every morning spotted a garbage bag that was partially buried in the sand.Continue Reading
The homeless man who wanders the beach every morning spotted a garbage bag that was partially buried in the sand.Continue Reading
I fall asleep to the automobile tires spinning on asphalt, the screeching birds overhead, the peddling boys on bicyclesContinue Reading
In the quiet corner of the city Next to a vacant building Where people sleep for free Two men and aContinue Reading
My dog keeps me warm From cold streets. When I tremble He protects me. When I’m scared He stays byContinue Reading
My creation sits near the pier, just below the briny boardwalk of Stearns Wharf, with no fingers or toes onlyContinue Reading
Sometimes I sit at the community piano downtown that’s set up in the middle of a busy sidewalk, andContinue Reading