Slam Poetry: The Shamers by Mark Tulin
They gather assemble in dark rooms banquet halls and out-of-order bathroom stalls They judge you from their ivory towersContinue Reading
They gather assemble in dark rooms banquet halls and out-of-order bathroom stalls They judge you from their ivory towersContinue Reading
Jesus with sunglasses walked into my favorite cafe with his disciples He wore Levi’s, the slim kind, and black untiedContinue Reading
Bessie the Cow’s son, Billy moved out of the meadow on Wednesday. No longer a calf he grew tired ofContinue Reading
The holy man scares me He teeters on the edge of light and darkness of right and wrong ofContinue Reading