That reminds me

Len said last night

apropos of nothing.

He often began

with that reminds me

of when my

oldest brother Pete

decided to marry Helen. Wife

number one. Helen’s family

were Germans and Helen

wanted to be different so

she married Pete. We are

Italian as you know.

You can imagine said Len

who rarely imagined much

You can imagine he repeated

with adamant emphasis

what happened next.

Disaster, he said.

In case we

couldn’t imagine.




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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