I want to thank the ScienceDuuude at Woodworkers of the World Unite for publishing Changing Zip Codes. This is a poem about my most recent move from Ventura, CA to Palm Springs, CA. The move was unexpected and unwanted at the time. A washing machine fiasco flooded our apartment and caused extensive water damage, and thus we needed to find a new home ASAP. In a week’s time, we secured a house, a mover, packed, and in our new amazing home with 1,001 boxes to unpack in Palm Springs. For more info about the washing machine issue, read my recent post Broken Washer, Healthy Spirit. Click play to listen or the three tiny dots. Thank you.
Audio Poem: Changing Zip Codes, by Mark Tulin
Crow On The Wire 
Wonderful audition. The feeling of being confronted with things that don’t work in the way the myth says they should. Speaking of bubble warp, at work the other day the boss handed me halg a rols and said pop it in the corner. It took me six hours to pop every one of those little bubbles!
That’s a fun task, although 6 hours it might wear thin.
I enjoyed you that much .. I replayed it Mark… well done… I need your voice at my open mic’ nights.. 😉
Thanks, Ivor. You can always channel me. 🙂
Your poem is the story of my twenties and thirties.
It might have been more of an adventure at that age. 🙂
Not for me, it wasn’t. ‘Nuff said on that!
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