Poem: Body Memories by Mark Tulin
Hips mournfully spread, parting on the mat, experiencing things I repressed like the night he kidnapped my innocence, hijacked myContinue Reading
Hips mournfully spread, parting on the mat, experiencing things I repressed like the night he kidnapped my innocence, hijacked myContinue Reading
Spilwords.com presents Therapy As A Metaphor, written by Mark Tulin, a former Philadelphia Family Therapist who now resides in SantaContinue Reading
Thinking about dying makes me spend more time doing pleasurable things. Like eating my favorite flavor of non-dairy ice-cream,Continue Reading
I never make fun of people’s religions or political beliefs. I find it foolish to argue with those who areContinue Reading
I worship the ugliness that most people shield their eyes from I worship the man who breathes through the tubesContinue Reading
My eyes swell from the super bloom: yellow, gold, and orange wildflowers. It started from an extended rainfall, followed byContinue Reading






