I Tried to Write Down What I Could in Last Night’s Dream

Maybe because we watched Mary Louise Parker act as

a writing teacher at the theater yesterday (we liked the play

and so did Dave who sat on my left and once represented

Laura Linney when she was making commercials. They’ve stayed

in touch)  I dreamt about words and how

we keep pads and notebooks by our side and write down

random words stringing them into sentences, then paragraphs,

hoping they’ll turn into stories.  In my dream I had a beautiful

pad made of Nepali Rice paper cover a deep pink flecked with gold

sitting on the old nightstand right next to my bed and near the pad

sat three good pens black brown and red and all I really had to do

was figure out what  words  belonged right there.

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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