Blood Orange, a Poem by Mark Tulin
A striking Monet of foggy ash from luminous wildfires that engulf the mountains and the countryside in a devil’s danceContinue Reading
A striking Monet of foggy ash from luminous wildfires that engulf the mountains and the countryside in a devil’s danceContinue Reading
Vulnerabilities – Visual Verse— Read on visualverse.org/submissions/vulnerabilities/ VULNERABILITIESMark TulinI open up before you,a motionless collection of parts.I hide nothing.Peer insideContinue Reading
I become a snowy egret on the beach, staring into the choppy, translucent sea, skinny legs swaying on each breakingContinue Reading
Starry white snowflakes blooming from the sky, fall lightly on my tongue. Sweet, like winter cherry made of softContinue Reading
Spilwords.com presents Poem In My Shirt Pocket, written by Mark Tulin, a former Philadelphia Family Therapist who now resides inContinue Reading
It’s a bright sunny day outside. Inside her childhood memories are melting away, sinking deeper and deeper into electricity. Continue Reading






