There is a weird computer lady who mangles the reading of your poems. She comes on after your beautiful readings. I can mute her in the upper right. Her name might be Cathy.
This is all I love about NY: the secrets of strangers, good food destinations, bus encounters.
One of my new favorite Esther poems... this poem about Eileen and her blonde wig from New Jersey. Those last two lines land the poem so nicely... and made me grin with delight, too!
There is a weird computer lady who mangles the reading of your poems. She comes on after your beautiful readings. I can mute her in the upper right. Her name might be Cathy.
This is all I love about NY: the secrets of strangers, good food destinations, bus encounters.
One of my new favorite Esther poems... this poem about Eileen and her blonde wig from New Jersey. Those last two lines land the poem so nicely... and made me grin with delight, too!