Poetry Link: The Perfect Place

By Mark Tulin.

My mother died, but don’t worry, she’s all right, doing just fine, spends her days in a wooden box with me sleeping on the grass outside. She’s calm. Doesn’t say a word, doesn’t eat a thing, doesn’t move an inch…
— Read on thedrabble.wordpress.com/2018/09/25/the-perfect-place/

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

4 comments on “Poetry Link: The Perfect Place

  1. Congratulations Mark, I enjoyed the mystical and spiritual feel of your poem.

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