2020 BLUES

This poem is written by my poet friend Selma Benjamin. She is 101 years old. She has been through the holocaust. She is gentle, kind, and very wise. Here is one out of her hundreds of poems that she has given me permission to print. Here goes: 2020 BLUES Crazy plague from unknown sourceMakes usContinue reading “2020 BLUES”

A Floating World…poetic history of tanka

Before Japan was performed as short songs in five lines short  long  short   long   long Heian imperial court was well versed in  tanka after a love affair exchanges of erotic tanka was expected proper etiquette Women were the best of tanka‚Äôs golden era yearning, soaring tales of love, nature, war passion prevailed In 750 ADContinue reading “A Floating World…poetic history of tanka”

Sun Flower

Sun Flowers my mother was a painter, my father a poet, I danced into life… I have a painting in the kitchen Sunflowers unsigned, undated, said to be my mother’s the flowers are big bold free unlike her style yet Auntie says… “for sure, it’s your mother’s” I stare into their bright yellowness Four BrightContinue reading “Sun Flower”