Maybe 211

Yesterday someone suggested that I think of the unruly unwieldy uneverything upstate novel more like a graphic novel. I’m wondering if it can be people poems, and drawings of them. Like the wonderful Irene Beckman book What I Wore. There will be a limit to the number of people. It has to be a LUCKY number. With ll as one of the elements. Maybe 211.

There are
trees. Ours are not
Just Trees. And all that is
beyond what I can ever
describe. Blue, for instance,
blue a yellow
and green that can become
sky, blue that is no longer
called blue. But what I want
to tell you is what I love:
this winding street
our street of 32 people
up and down, in a trailer
big white house covered with ivy
apartment in back
of the post office
people with messy
real lives tea kettles
love affairs people who dream
every single night who drink
sometimes who watch television
and often write poems.

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.


  1. If your people poems become a real crowd, you could always use a number derived from 11. 🙂

    22 * 11 = 242. There’s two multiples of eleven, multiplied!

    Multiplying a two digit number by 11 is very pretty when the two digits add up to less than 10. Slide the left digit one place to the left. Keep the right digit where it is. And add left and right together to find the middle.

    It’s very pretty when you don’t have to carry a one from adding the left and right.

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