Poetry

‘In the Asylum’ and other poems by Mark Tulin – Literary Yard

By: Mark Tulin In the Asylum I remember the voices in the asylum. The screams bouncing off the walls. Nurses dropping pills into paper cups. The aides rolling blood-pressure monitors down the halls. All the doors were locked, the windows were faded, visitors had to be approved and enter at their own risk. No sharps…
— Read on literaryyard.com/2018/11/25/in-the-asylum-and-other-poems-by-mark-tulin/

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.

2 comments on “‘In the Asylum’ and other poems by Mark Tulin – Literary Yard

  1. While I have never been admitted, what you describe in your poem seems very accurate to what I have been shared by others who have.

    I feel, if I were addressed to such a place the delicate balance I work with would crumble and I would spiral out never to leave.

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