Many people I love are born in October. Who knows why. I have heard feeble explanations. Today is Fran’s birthday. In two days is Annie’s. It’s birthday month.

I didn’t want
to tell anyone
when I turned fifty.
We were in PERU
on a boat going
to a small island
near Lake Atitlan
to an island where
old women how old
were they really
all seemed to be smiling
although maybe I was
just looking for people
who were smiling because
it was my birthday.
I quickly got
even older and so
did all my friends
every single one of us
is older and now
I know how lucky
it is that we are.

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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