One Shoe

Some of you write and ask me what’s true. And what isn’t. As far as I’m concerned, everything is true.

Even hard
for me to throw away
one shoe if I
love that shoe
silver Clergerie sandal
no longer available
one under my bed
in case the other one
where did it go
ever appears. But this morning
three years of waiting
for the right shoe
I brought my silver sandal
to the basement for recycling.
I made a sign for the empty
recycling bin
and wrote SHOES.

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.


  1. When I bring threadbare clothing to the charity shop — threadbare because it was loved to death, and brought to the charity shop because I couldn’t bear to throw it out — I console (delude?) myself with the thought that if the shop discards it, surely it is discarded into a recycling bin.

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