National Storytelling Day (also, the first day of spring)

Many stories begin with Part One.

A long time ago (a long long time ago – do you like that better?)
before going to a volunteer program in Israel,
we had to spend four days at a chicken farm in New Jersey
called Weiss’s. The idea being that this chicken farm
somehow had a relationship to what we would be doing.
Ninety of us went to Weiss’s Chicken Farm.
Only sixty survived the farm.

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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