If you’re happy and you know it, you’re not me
Zen and then some, further misadventures of an agoraphobiac
The poetry of Zen or the Zen of poetry
Blind in one eye, can’t see out of the other, How I lost my vision and gained insight
You might think I’m bummed out by the ambience of this post but I’m not, REALLY!
The new year has brought me wonderful challenges. what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger they say. Or you just pray for death, which is good, prayer is always good they say. Who is “They anyway? or who are they anyway?,
I think I will add that to my title Who are/is they anyway?
ok, good stuff, I will read poems at a slam that will be shown on local TV
not such good stuff. ah, I have to show my mug on TV?
good stuff. I have some good poetry I’m dying to read
bad stuff. I might not be able to read due to losing vision in one eye.
good stuff, I can memorize my poems,
not such good stuff, My memory is shot due to age
good stuff, I am alive
bad stuff. will I still be alive by the time I have to read at the slam where I’m dying to read my poetry
good stuff, I have 2 dogs
ok,, that is good stuff,
My parental unit, (new therapists term for late mother) was a master complainer, so I have to kvetch (Yiddish) a little
I haven’t written my book yet on paper but it is in my head, at least it will be after a full brain tune up with a CD of brain waves and things I am too confused to comprehend
so pick a name, any name, for my book
and I promise to give you an acknowledgement and a plate of rice and beans whichever is cheaper as I am kind of broke lately
Just don’t choose, ” friends we are gathered here today to complain about the late author” Marilyn Maya Mendoza