Poetry

Turning Blue by Mark Tulin | deuce coupe

  Slicing my wrists with a plastic knife didn’t work…
— Read on deucecoupe.wordpress.com/2020/11/20/turning-blue-by/

I spent some time working in psychiatric hospitals during my early years as a therapist. This poem was based on some of my experiences.

Author, poet, short story writer from Santa Barbara, California. I write about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching present in California. These are narratives that may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

11 comments on “Turning Blue by Mark Tulin | deuce coupe

  1. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    SPECIAL INSIGHT FROM A PARTICULARLY HARD PLACE! MY DAD WAS A CHAPLAIN IN ONE!

  2. Boozy Blackouts

    This is deep. 🖤

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