i’ve been thinking of actually posting the beginning of my interminable difficult so hard to write and yet I’m not ready to give it up novel here. In this amorphous space I don’t yet understand and probably never will. But if I write the novel to you for you maybe I’ll be able to have some readers who can say OK or Not. Or ANYTHING at all. What’s so hard about this novel I’ve been trying for years to write is that the story, like all stories, isn’t simple. It’s painful and difficult and yet and yet and yet.
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 →