Poem: Image is Everything by Mark Tulin
A reflection of life through distorted mirrors and bloated faces, musclebound bodies that barely fit into their inflated egos. RugratsContinue Reading
A reflection of life through distorted mirrors and bloated faces, musclebound bodies that barely fit into their inflated egos. RugratsContinue Reading
The homeless man who wanders the beach every morning spotted a garbage bag that was partially buried in the sand.Continue Reading
Losing My Religion by REM was playing inside my head in a four-by-five-foot stall of a Friendly’s Restaurant. A goodContinue Reading
When my humor goes, I picture myself sitting alone on an old tattered chair in a dark and dusty roomContinue Reading
I’m sorry, Mom Sorry, Dad Sorry, poor Mrs. Dehovney, my frustrated next door neighbor, I’d like to apologize to allContinue Reading






