Clowns and Vagabonds
By Mark Tulin I am a pushover. I let people call themselves my friends. I give clowns and vagabonds permissionContinue Reading
By Mark Tulin I am a pushover. I let people call themselves my friends. I give clowns and vagabonds permissionContinue Reading
Wet autumn leaves blanket the wooden deck as a feral cat looks through an open window. He gazes into an emptyContinue Reading
My tribute to the late Martin Luther King Jr.
A poem about searching for peace and renewal.
A slice of life for a patient in a psychiatric ward. Published in Literary Yard.
The hour before he died, his eyes floated in milky saucers. In his silent and melancholic agony, he spoke inContinue Reading






