The Dead Mule prides itself in being family. You know, writers who support each other. Here are some comments from recent Mule poets that I found on the web. This is not an attempt to find all comments nor an attempt to imply that others have not left comments elsewhere nor even [...]

I am not submitting poems about mules. They are far too personal. I did, however, listen to Tom Waits sing about a mule… “you gotta get behind the mule every mornin and plow” The recording was sold in the South. I know this for a fact because I bought it in the South, and then played it on my stereo — which I keep in the South — for just such an emergency.

I was born — or so I’ve been told — on the Outer Banks, North Carolina. And though I’ve never seen a mule there, I keep searching.