Poem: With Each Pose by Mark Tulin
I come to the mat humble, born into this life with a single heartbeat. Legs folded, palms facing up, clarity comesContinue Reading
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Poem: Waxy Buildup by Mark Tulin
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
Poem: Oil Change by Mark Tulin
Relaxing under the chassis, hand holding wrench, grease dripping down into the pan. With each oil change, he feels aContinue Reading