People send me email notes they don’t want to appear HERE I’m not sure why they don’t asking questions. Here’s one. Why do I try (I do not always succeed) why do I post a poem a day.

I don’t know why.
I know that many people
don’t like poems. They
tell me. Once at a reading
a man in the audience
I didn’t know him
he told me he’d rather be
Anywhere else.
I asked why he was there.
What made him
come somewhere he didn’t want to
be. He didn’t know Why.
Not really.
I don’t know Why either.
Why is one of those words
we make up reasons for.
I’ve always written poems.
By hand on pieces of paper
any piece of paper I am not
paper fussy I wrote my first poem
as a child not to be a poet
just because I wanted
to write a poem.

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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