Poem: Sea of Row Homes by Mark Tulin
I see brick row houses lined up evenly on a street, squished together, one street after another. A seaContinue Reading
I see brick row houses lined up evenly on a street, squished together, one street after another. A seaContinue Reading
I am a pushover. I let people call themselves my friends. Give clowns and vagabonds permission to insult me, stompContinue Reading
Enter quiet, enter peace. I need a refuge. I’m so weak and vulnerable. The sunlight blinds my eyes. IContinue Reading
If you take a hike from the mountaintop and follow the spiraling mist downhill you’ll come across an ancientContinue Reading
Like an over-tuned fiddle, the music is painful, notes of neglect, stanzas of heartache. Hamstrings don’t lie, we do. TheContinue Reading
She’s disjointed Shattered Gaunt and sunken A cubist A Picasso Unable to eat Fearing life Broken and abused Looking ButContinue Reading






