Poem: The Backdoor to Freedom, by Mark Tulin

The Backdoor to Freedom was first published in The Beatnik Cowboy. Featured image by Mark Tulin.

The Backdoor to Freedom, By Mark Tulin


I changed my trajectory,

left a lifestyle without saying a word,

escaped a career

through the backdoor

because of a steady numbness

creeping through my body


I didn’t want to die

like my staggering co-workers,

another casualty at an office park,

hunched over a desk

inside a cubicle of misfortune

like those who receive gold watches

and not much else


I took a chance like Kerouac

I hitched a ride out west

with a crooked thumb,

went from Barstow to Lompoc,

and ended up at a fleabag hotel,

a fifth of whiskey,

typing my memoir

on an old Smith-Corona.

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.

2 comments on “Poem: The Backdoor to Freedom, by Mark Tulin

  1. It takes a brave person to make that kind of change!

  2. Really Great Post, Mark!!! Very few are as brave/determined/desparate to do as you did!! Bravo!! 😊✨👍

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