Crow Poem Revisited: Therapist Garden by Mark Tulin
I have a garden full of baldheaded, bifocaled therapists with sofas, chairs and shelves of esoteric books with all theContinue Reading
I have a garden full of baldheaded, bifocaled therapists with sofas, chairs and shelves of esoteric books with all theContinue Reading
In my mind, I’m still a little cowboy sitting on a wooden hobby horse on my parents’ shag carpet.Continue Reading
I may live unsheltered, not knowing when my next meal will come; my shoes may have holes in itsContinue Reading
Grandpa puts a Lipton teabag in the cup and drinks tea while looking out the window in the house thatContinue Reading
Every time I eat exotic food, I get weird dreams. It must be the person who prepares theContinue Reading
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