Poem for my Father: Blue Collar Angel – Mark Tulin (Crow On The Wire)

Dad woke me at 2 a.m.It was hard to leave a warm bedand a cherry-colored dream.“It’s time for us to go to work,” Dad said,“to buy fruit and vegetables for our store.” It was bitter cold outside.The winds rattled the double-pane windowsand the snow came downhard and heavyover the darkened houses of our street. ButContinue reading “Poem for my Father: Blue Collar Angel – Mark Tulin (Crow On The Wire)”

Facing Life Dying – Mark Tulin (in Necro Magazine)

https://crowonthewire.com/ Facing Life Dying first appeared in the Death Edition of Necro Magazine. The magazine is also available on SoundCloud. for more from Mark, visit ‘Crow on the Wire’, at: https://crowonthewire.com/

The Weary Healer- Mark Tulin

Culled from the Drabble at: https://thedrabble.wordpress.com/ By Mark Tulin I don’t want to be a healer anymore.I grew weary of helping people,massaging and soothing a troubled spirit,absorbing their pain and suffering,and spending years redirecting themto a manageable change.I don’t want to be a therapist anymore,sitting across from a client who distorts the worldand help them outContinue reading “The Weary Healer- Mark Tulin”

Watlzing Steady – Mark Tulin

https://crowonthewire.com/ I listened to John Prine the other day and could hear the sound of his heartbeat singing. He sang in a mid-western drawl, slow and easy, but waltzing steady with a quirky rhythm and a satirical rhyme. His gravelly voice spread across the universe like a worn, comfortable blanket. He tweaked my mood andContinue reading “Watlzing Steady – Mark Tulin”

Rainstorm Romance – Mark Tulin

https://crowonthewire.com/ It was a rainstorm infatuation. The clouds romantically dimmed the skies. She looked perfect under the veiled night, deep brown skin, hair dripping of rainwater, eyes as big as saucers. A rainstorm of happenstance that we’ll never regret, even when we’re happily married to someone else. Originally published at The Poetry Bar. read more fromContinue reading “Rainstorm Romance – Mark Tulin”

Baptismal Pool – Mark Tulin

Once I said Yes, I believe, I felt my body floating backwardin slow motion as if on the wings of an angel,releasing me into the baptismal pool. Submerged three feet under, I floated lifelessly.My head supported by delicate hands.My soul delivered by sacred words.All my tension gone. I wish I could have stayed therein the warmth of her breath,nurturedContinue reading “Baptismal Pool – Mark Tulin”