That every day is today is one of those incredibly pedestrian LSD kinds of thoughts that is also amazing. Really? Every day. And yet.

Today is 63
and December.
One of those
facts that
makes no sense.
we are going
to Greenwich
for a celebration
dinner with Kay
and to see
her hundreds
I can’t remember
the exact number
of creches.
maybe we will go
to Greenwich thrift store
although I read
that the biggest
Greenwich thrift store
has valet parking.
Maybe not.

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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