Rose Died Yesterday and We Will Miss Her

Rose had a store in the East Village so many

years ago and maybe 20 years ago I started seeing Rose again

in the Flea Market across the street 77 and Columbus

every single Sunday if we are here I go

just to look and just to buy.  Rose always my first

stop  first stop of so many people  tables with piles

and piles of clothes  separate place for shoes and bags whatever else

Rose would find.  We went for Rose not just clothes which were usually five dollars

depending on her arbitrary criteria. Once Little Richard was at her stand

with his minions and when he left I said Rose that was Little Richard.

Esther she said.  Did you think you were my only customer?

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. I remember you writing about Rose before and appreciating her as being a colorful character in the human race. May she rest in sweet peace. Sorry for your loss, Esther. Now where to shop?

  2. As it should be. All heaven knows shopping is the greatest of blessings.
    ‘Who doth not shop doth not live.’ Around the world? All the better. It is we shoppers who give the purest meaning to life! Second are the poets that shop. Only then. God bless all the Roses of the world that make unique shopping possible and the people who have the cents to richly enjoy them. You are a love, Dear Esther. Hold your shopping bag tall and proud… L’-chai-im. To Life!

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