Dear Reader or What’s In My Poems

In answer to the recent question

why don’t you write poems about Barr and Nadler

and what about Elizabeth Warren I would tell you

that although I am a political person a picket line

in grammar school my parents were not political  I am not

a Red Diaper Baby (wished I were) my poems

are the poems of an every day that is not usually

televised  not much present in Official Sources

say The New York Times and although I did watch

Hillary on the Klepper Report reading an audio section

from the Mueller Report (y it is hilarious you can google)

politicians are very rarely inside my poems but my neighbors

especially one or two of them with unusual sex lives

and a few others too often 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.

5 Comments

  1. Thanks, Esther. I get enough of the news of the news of the news…
    ad nauseam… But never enough of your neighbors and dinner dates. Love, Schroeder

  2. Interesting, wishing you were a red diaper baby.
    I may or may not qualify. If it refers to Communists, my parents weren’t. But they did support the Henry Wallace Progressive Party run for president in 1948 against Cold Warrior Harry Truman, which was also supported by the Communists, and when I was six years old, I remember two FBI agents with grey flannel suits (I think) coming to the house to investigate them for that “subversive” activity. So maybe I do qualify.

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