Mean to Me

feeling on the verge of sadness so I write a free-verse–helps to set me free. I’m mean to you I’m mean to myself tho I don’t mean to be It’s this feeling inside my stomach bloated with inertia aches in my joints makes me mean keeps me mean yelling at the dogs “stop it–stop scratching”Continue reading “Mean to Me”

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”