Rainstorm Romance, a poem by Mark Tulin
It was a rainstorm infatuation. The clouds romantically dimmed the skies. She looked perfect under the veiled night, deep brownContinue Reading
It was a rainstorm infatuation. The clouds romantically dimmed the skies. She looked perfect under the veiled night, deep brownContinue Reading
Each rap on the door made his heart beat faster. He didn’t bother to look through the peephole. He knewContinue Reading
Bessie the Cow’s son, Billy moved out of the meadow on Wednesday. No longer a calf he grew tired ofContinue Reading
“Hold me,” Karima demanded, no longer feeling like an alienated exchange student missing her country, but a self-assured youngContinue Reading
I was the shy kid who had a crush on you, Who put that cryptic letter in your mailbox. IContinue Reading