Beginnings are easier than endings. Always. They are light yellow, they are young, they always offer promise. Or hope. Or even beauty. Today I wrote my 200th beginning, the 200th time that I have tried to tell you, my favorite stranger, anonymous comforting familiar you, the you who is always there and never there, the you who I know and will never know, the you who will listen to what happened, over and over and over again.
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. View all posts by Esther Cohen →