Mrs. Israel, and What We Choose to Say

 

I like words more than descriptions am an undescriptive writer

I tell you what people say or what I wish they said

not what they wear although what they wear always

of interest but  words I choose, unelaborate, non historical,

without much build up or weather or circumstance, the words

belong to people like Mrs. Israel my next door neighbor who confessed

the week before she died that there  never was a Mr. Israel

she became Mrs. herself even bought a ring.  A pearl, she said.

For modesty’s sake.  You can tell everyone when I’m dead she said

and thirty five years later, I am telling you.

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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