Seashore Stories, by Mark Tulin

When I was a kid, Aunt Marion
read me seashore stories
about the giant whale that swallowed
and the scary Moby Dick tale.

Together, we forgot our worries and troubles,
washed clean with each curling rush.
Held hands tightly as we kept our heads above the breakers
and swam away from the scary undertow.

We watched horror movies in the dark
on her fuzzy Sony Trinitron
as the sharks circled us in salty waters
and the pirate ships rolled in.


Originally posted on The Poetry Bar.

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.

15 comments on “Seashore Stories, by Mark Tulin

  1. Wonderful poem! What a spot of brightness in my day. Thank you for posting it.

  2. My Norwegian grandma Hannah would read me stories from the old country about dreadful trolls living under bridges, waiting for unwary travelers, her ample arm gathering me close against the fear! Thank you for the memory!

  3. Lovely poem Mark, enter the new poetry comp, it’s out now!
    We would love to have you as a contestant again 😊


  4. Very nice, Mark.

  5. Truly beautiful! It’s amazing to be a kid.

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