Going home to Santa Barbara. Copyrighted by Mark Tulin
Home means different things to different people. To a homeless man, it might mean a tent on a beach; for someone who likes to travel the country, it could mean an RV; to someone who is abused, it may represent a dysfunctional place; and for those who are depressed, it can signify loneliness. But for the Crow, home is a space to recharge, where I have the freedom to write and feel secure. The following poems are my various perspectives on the meaning of homelife.
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