Woodmont, Connecticut

We had an odd beach house green duplex sitting on top of a cement

sea wall aesthetics were not a word then screened in porch

linoleum floors because of sand  refrigerator smelled cold

house was dark six bedrooms enough for relatives

we ate hamburgers from a round tin backyard barbecue grill in

what they called The Yard.  Dandelions and a little grass.

My father bought the house with Solly

Stein his college roommate from Cornell they lived next door

for a few years until his wife Elaine none of us liked her too thin

black bathing suit she wasn’t funny even said once Why Are You People Always Laughing

Steins moved out Curranos moved in Italians on the Jewish

block Marie Currano wore a red bathing suit without a skirt

we ate together all of us better hamburgers at the Curranos

Solly and my father would still drink a beer once in a while

for years and after Elaine left him for a Man in Manufacturing

Solly came to visit all the time.

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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