Last Night I Dreamt

we were somewhere warmer  I was

writing my novel  in grey notebooks

from a little store on Main Street in Catskill

I bought them a long time ago perfect grey notebooks the novel

was after so many years of trying to write this very same novel

falling together in an unexpected way the heroine

no heroine before the heroine was my beautiful

friend Sheila  Irish woman with one of those voices

she’d have you listen and listen and in the end it was Sheila

who told the story.  And I wrote it down.

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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