Woman named Jean
no teeth old clothes
owned six buildings
ate at McDonald’s
every day
in a booth with friends
left 90 million dollars
to a man she’d met
gave him a free apartment
he had two identities
in the FBI witness program
she died a natural death
now her niece she has
no other family
suing the man
for money.
Who he is
a question. Who
she is too.
Why do I write fiction?

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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