Poem: Sleepytime by Mark Tulin
No dreams. No restless legs. No Jiminy Cricket chattering in my ear to keep me awake. Just a deepContinue Reading
No dreams. No restless legs. No Jiminy Cricket chattering in my ear to keep me awake. Just a deepContinue Reading
I come to the mat humble, born into this life with a single heartbeat. Legs folded, palms facing up, clarity comesContinue Reading
I beware the self-righteous, those pedestal dwellers, who should me to death. As if they know what I needContinue Reading
Don’t flush, don’t drain my ears, Doc then I’ll be able to hear. I’ll hear all the chatter in theContinue Reading
I like the calm, foggy ocean where the anchored boats seem to linger. I enjoy an afternoon of stayingContinue Reading
I planted healthy words deep into the ground with the other words that I found in my heart’s pocket. Continue Reading






