Poem: Banister Of Swirling Colors by Mark Tulin
I wish I could slide down the sky on a banister of swirling colors and land on my rump ofContinue Reading
I wish I could slide down the sky on a banister of swirling colors and land on my rump ofContinue Reading
I see you in a yellow flower growing from the fertile soil soft as a hibiscus petal as delicate asContinue Reading
It was not the search for enlightenment In the foggy Santa Ynez mountains. It wasn’t the beauty of a panoramicContinue Reading
The looming big rock looks out from the heavenly fog, A God of the Bay, it welcomes all formsContinue Reading
In the music of the day under the warm California sunshine, the rainbow birds, those orange-white-yellow Tropicals seem toContinue Reading
For the poem in print with commentary, click the link for LetterPile: I Am Van Gogh.