Dear Friends and Non-Friends Can We Be Non-Friends Who Read These Posts

So I made a mistake last week, and I’m here to explain. Because of these sentences, these poems and then, your comments and answers, I feel that we have made a funny community here and I want to tell you what happened. Even though it’s Sunday.

I went to a poet’s retreat in Mexico for 8 days, and what I wanted was to write about WHAT HAPPENED, in poems. For me most of what happens always is the people who happen, and what they say, and how what they say connects me (or doesn’t) to them. But I wasn’t taking my lap top because it’s heavy and this trip was an experiment in not taking anything much except many pens and earrings and notebooks. And I couldn’t write about the trip and the people and What Did and Didn’t Happen so I asked Ilana who helps me here (I don’t even really understand where HERE is) to post 5 pieces of poems that weren’t really poems and that wasn’t a good idea and I couldn’t change the process because Ilana was in Jerusalem and though it DOESN’T MATTER NOT REALLY because everyone can have a Bad Online WEEK I wanted to explain today and to tell you that tomorrow I will describe WHAT HAPPENED, again.

Today when I went onto the computer even my password here did not remember me, and I had to start this process all over again. So This Is It.

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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