One of the Many Reasons I Love New York

Super Bowl Sunday  I don’t watch the Super Bowl

Peter does I often go to the movies but this year my neighbors

in this building even longer than I am

forty years my neighbors two men whose small rent stabilized one bedroom apartment

is many new shades of blue dark red door painted furniture every part of every wall

adorned with paintings and lights and mysterious objects

Costa Rican named Stefan who dances, once had a restaurant in the village ,

partner a handsome Greek  they hand me a glass

of red wine one says my sister’s two sons were both in wild love fights

in Venezuela he tells the story many of the usual

good details Sex Love even some Venezuelan politics after the evening

of sitting in their magic blue room right across the hall

they say come  back.  There’s  always more.


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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