Legs
My new poetry publisher asked to meet for coffee, a while ago. We did, and he said I’ll tell you a story about me and then you’ll tell me. His fathe...
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.
Goodbye Betsy
Twenty eight tries At goodbye Betsy Twenty eight Goodbye Betsy letters I am grateful Thankful appreciative I will always remember Recognize Keep in mind What yo...
Donna Summer and a few other things
When I teach, which I do as much as possible, I often talk about GOOD STORIES. What are they? How do we recognize them? What do they look like and sound like? H...
Relatives, Really
I am not family-ish. I don’t have that feeling that so many people do of OH BOY FAMILY. My family was not interestingly dysfunctional. They weren’t ...
from I’m Getting Older
This is one of the poems I read last night. It’s one of the standards, from God is a Tree. Kind of a non-prayer. Everyone is younger and thinner th...
For You, For Tonight, or Help is On the Way
I’m reading tomorrow night with my friend Joanna Herman at Book Culture, near Columbia. It seemed like a good idea to write a new poem. Easier to talk ab...