Poem: Waxy Buildup by Mark Tulin
Don’t flush, don’t drain my ears, Doc then I’ll be able to hear. I’ll hear all the chatter in theContinue Reading
Don’t flush, don’t drain my ears, Doc then I’ll be able to hear. I’ll hear all the chatter in theContinue Reading
Image attribution:ChildofMidnight It felt good to be in a Jewish deli. I haven’t been to one since I leftContinue Reading
At a recent yoga class, I farted several times during the happy baby pose and made believe that itContinue Reading
I planted healthy words deep into the ground with the other words that I found in my heart’s pocket. Continue Reading
Dogs in cars with sad faces. Hot, suffocating breath— Forever panting their agony. Restless, paws on the steering wheel, chewedContinue Reading






