Poem: Bessie and Billy by Mark Tulin
Bessie the Cow’s son, Billy moved out of the meadow on Wednesday. No longer a calf he grew tired ofContinue Reading
Bessie the Cow’s son, Billy moved out of the meadow on Wednesday. No longer a calf he grew tired ofContinue Reading
The holy man scares me He teeters on the edge of light and darkness of right and wrong of truthContinue Reading
I fall asleep to the automobile tires spinning on asphalt, the screeching birds overhead, the peddling boys on bicyclesContinue Reading






