When I was young

I’d  talk on the phone

black rotary  when

cell meant biology I would talk

for hours  listen for hours too

now we keep our landline for no good reason

calls about college credit Democrats money no one

ever leaves a long story on my landline

cell calls mostly information Meet Me Here

emails  informational too I save

requests from Nigerians asking  for help because

they are good stories saved a message on my answering machine

we still have one from 8 years ago about a cat named Rhonda

even though I don’t much like cats because of the story:

She vanished. She returned.  And what happened.

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 dearly remember the courting rituals of my early teenage years, the late 50’s, when staying on the phone with a potential new girlfriend all night long, so that we greeted the dawn together over the telephone wires, was a wonderful sign of true heart connections to come.

  2. I love this. Talking today with a long-time friend. Both of us having health and other issues and were saying “remember when the worst thing in our lives was wondering when (and if) “he” would call.

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