County Route 20, or What Do I Write Poems About?

(A question people ask all the time, even when they’ve read my poems.)


Ken across the street didn’t cross

for 25  years and then,  just did.

Ken’s daughter, a prison guard, said

yesterday after not talking to us for

10 years or so I wondered how all of you

are in that house and then there’s  Bertha

police woman once

every single day Bertha is Bertha

at the post office no subject off limits

anymore one day soon she’ll be

a Big Number and besides she said yesterday

it’s not like I have a sex life to describe.


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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