August 6 is Finally Summer Here

that is, I am on the porch

in quiet.  Books to read are on

the table  I found a pen that makes

words possible a red notebook

without false starts, coffee, and neighbors,

dense heat that can be August and a day

just this day  and while my book

remains unwritten, some of that book

is with me here now, at last.

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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