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How Stories Happen

We sit
some of us
we sit in one place
until it becomes
necessary to walk around
to go downstairs
pour something to drink
that is not necessary
to drink it’s about pouring
using a pen we like
placing our pen
in our right hand,
if we are right handed
the hand and the pen
on the well-chosen notebook
mine the color
of kraft paper
we write a few words
Maybe Lorraine Murdered
Her Husband
and then, what happens next.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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