Poem: The Blanket by Mark Tulin
It’s not just a blanket Of yarn and red silk That her father Bought for her to hold. Continue Reading
It’s not just a blanket Of yarn and red silk That her father Bought for her to hold. Continue Reading
breathe into the quiet between space. it’s a rare moment when you will think and feel nothing. ©️mark tulin
My poems Are like homemade Chocolate chip cookies– Fresh, gooey And warm. I try to bake Them slowly WithContinue Reading
INSULTS BY MARK TULIN I collect insults Like rare stamps And paste them To my book Of forgiveness. When myContinue Reading
His memories live in his worn out woolen blankets, full of holes and frayed at the edges. His dreamsContinue Reading
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