Poem: A Brother, a Companion, a Saint by Mark Tulin
My dog keeps me warm From cold streets. When I tremble He protects me. When I’m scared He stays byContinue Reading
My dog keeps me warm From cold streets. When I tremble He protects me. When I’m scared He stays byContinue Reading
Leaning back then forth My talons grip the wood My wings oiled and prepared Should I stay or flyContinue Reading
Hairy Marilyn, Miss Monroe you can’t hide from me with your fake beard and those Buddy Holly glasses. I knowContinue Reading
My whole life is bound to the chair, But I still sing and play a guitar. I still say helloContinue Reading
Enjoy reading my poem on South Mountain on LetterPile.
Jazz is playing In a La Jolla café Performing outside on the wall Notes floating in the air Sparkling blackContinue Reading






