Poem: Sea of Row Homes by Mark Tulin

Sea of Row Homes read by Mark Tulin


I see brick row houses lined up evenly on a street, squished together, one street after another.  A sea of row homes joined with brick and mortar.

Flat and sloping front lawns.  Grass grows higher in the summer.  Gets brown in the winter.

Sitting on the front stoop, I watch neighbors, look at cars pass by and wait for my friends to come outside.

These row homes are called “straight throughs.” Walk through the door to someone’s own personal world, to a kitchen of home cooked meals.

Downstairs Mom does her laundry.  She washes two loads at a time; never mixes whites with colors, hangs them on the same line.

Our basement is finished with wood paneling, grey-speckled linoleum on the floors, and a little wet bar for Dad to smoke a cigar and hide.

My best friend painted his basement black with a Day-Glo peace sign, a flickering strobe light, and a real-life Jimi Hendrix poster on the wall.

Row homes are generally warm and comfortable. People who live in them are usually humble and smile.  Neighbors know you and you know them.  

Like the row homes they live in, everyone is the same.





I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

0 comments on “Poem: Sea of Row Homes by Mark Tulin

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: