Poem Tuesday: Not Home by Mark Tulin
I try to talk to him, but he never answers. There’s always a busy signal or a recording thatContinue Reading
I try to talk to him, but he never answers. There’s always a busy signal or a recording thatContinue Reading
Dreams, smokey nights in darkened rooms with relatives mixed with friends and enemies. Dreams, anxious and surreal, caught betweenContinue Reading
I listen first. I speak out when I’m ready. I won’t be forced to talk against my will orContinue Reading
Is it the only path to walk and see what you see, burdened by your sins and judgments Continue Reading
The poem lures me through a narrow uncertain path. As I walk the corridor, my mind unravels like aContinue Reading
A young homeless couple living below the poverty line, among the sirens of despair Dream of stepping lightly, waltzingContinue Reading






