Lucy (for Emma)

Writer named Lucy

all writers could be named Lucy

up on a hill

white writerly house

well porched, overlooking

fields of purple and yellow wild flowers

a sprawling poem

two days ago she thought she was

dying so Holly her partner

took her to the hospital where the doctor

said, “We have to take out

your appendix.”  “Can you

take out my table of contents too?”

she requested.

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.

6 Comments

  1. Mad me laugh, that has to be good even though it took me 5 minutes to understand why it was funny. But ,then, i’m from Texas.

  2. Esther Cohen, You make me laugh. You are, after all, the great doctor of words. Love reading your poems, Barbara

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