Maybe You’ll Like This Meal
Mark took us to an Italian place one of those restaurants that uses Fine Dining on their website I have avoided Fine Dining advertisers on principle can’t...
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.
Sunday Haiku
Never do I write a poem on Sunday morning even though I could
Sometimes a Poem Exists When it Didn’t Before
Unscheduled days absolutely no subliminal message no need for urgent descriptions of people or politics (although a woman yesterday, Pnina, kibbutznik who moved...
Parts of a Life, or Alix the Airport Driver
Alix moved from Uzbekistan to Israel then 31 years ago he came to Brighton Beach with his wife. He likes Russian food but on his 62nd birthday a week ago he wan...
Bikini, or a Woman Named Micky
1 As a young girl I wore a yellow bikini body straight and thin our neighbor Charles Currano said: Esther you look like a number 2 pencil. He was right. 2 Two...
Talking with Strangers, a Clarification
(Thank you for the many people who emailed me CONCERNED that I was suddenly not talking to strangers. Of course I am. I just don’t want to discuss Paras...