Penn South Writers Come to Dinner (Unbridled Gradiosity) (COVID)

(Still taking the excellent sleeping pills.  And sleeping)

In last night’s dream I invited my Penn South Writers Class

(we will meet on ZOOM tonight) to come to dinner

In My Apartment and I was so happy they were All Coming Over

texted the Good Chicken Guy from the Farmers Market asked

him to bring me two fresh roosters for coq au vin and I started

cooking three days before marinating the rooster

in a wonderful red wine  a case of wine for dinner

two big berry tarts and artisanal ice cream but the best part

was they walked through this door  sat all over the living room

this is not a big apartment  perfect for people coming to dinner

and we told stories able at long last to do

the simplest thing of all to eat dinner together right here.


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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