Friday September 20 Still Beautiful
We will leave on Sunday return to another life orange room not yellow and people will make sounds not frogs or birds sounds of stories if we’re lucky sou...
Author: 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.
Restaurant Review (Great Barrington)
Dear Friends: Here’s a poem. AND I need your help with FINDING MORE READERS for these poems. Tell your friends. Tell your enemies. Tell anyone...
Like September 18
If I were to write a book of poems one for every day titles could be dates like September 18 and while the poems don’t have to describe the day necessari...
What We Remember
We met in Old Saybrook a year ago in a warm pool in a spa hotel right on the water. You said you were the daughter of a famous artist I don’t remember who...
My Last Monday in the Country (for a While) is Today
And what I want to do today because it is the last Monday here for a while when I can decide what can happen besides this poem and a story that maybe I’l...
Friday the 13th
An Omen is a Sign maybe good and maybe bad from Somewhere Else that today that tonight or this morning or This New Year or even right now when the red bird sits...