More Martha

For years and years and years and years I have been writing a fragmentary novel about our life in upstate New York. The working title, which has never changed though it might this summer, is Middlefield. While the black locust trees and the incomparable Upstate New York beauty loom large, it’s the people here I love. One of my favorites is Martha. She is a Martha. I can’t give her another name. Her voice (deep loud perfect) her coordinated outfits, and what she has to say. We met on the road a few days ago.

“I was with the girls
yesterday the youngest
of us is 77 and she
doesn’t look so young
I don’t either except
when I’m wearing blue
we’ve been playing cards
one Thursday afternoon
a month for 46 years.
We all met on vacation.
It’s not just cards it’s lunch.
We decide where we’re going
a month in advance. And
let me tell you something
We all know how to
have some fun.”

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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