AND SO by Elizabeth Deborah Cohen

I became determined to

love the smell of things

gone wrong.

To find their beauty,

their broken vacuum cleaner hearts.

A bad carburetor

smells of summer’s bloom, and heat.

A broken marriage

has the scent of over cooked meat

and wilted flowers that never mended


I loved those flowers anyway

and the roots that brought them

up from ground

and the seed packages

with their artistic renditions

and the water they drank all summer

from the hose.

I learned to recycle

arguments into strawberry plants

Took a string of betrayals

and stitched a quilt

I could sew broken

promises into patches

for my jacket.

Your favorite vase


became a mosaic for the bathroom.

I made a lantern of a few old lies

someone told

and was grateful for the light

it lent to the path through

the woods

to my studio of ailments

and the off brand hate

that had been tossed my way

That is where I go now to manufacture

various iridescent miracles

I take a handful

each day of the newly sprouted ones

and spread them around

and around the yard

and down, down come the birds


© Elizabeth Deborah Cohen

Excerpt from the book “Imperfect Paths”

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Foreword . . .

How many people can say they have not walked on rough terrain to get to where they are today? Most of us have been bruised and beaten to find out who we really are within; to find joy in this life we have been given. We are flawed beings with imperfect paths, and those turbulent journeys can either make us or break us.

It is easy to blame our past wrongs, the people who have tarnished our trust, and the bad bets the world throws at us. But we still hold the power to make a choice to become better than the humans who hurt us; to be the voice of change by learning from the experiences which have attempted to break us. Along the many roads traveled, the decisions we make will determine who we are to become.

Take a moment to walk in another’s shoes. The poets here have opened their Pandora’s Box, not to release the personal demons that taunt or once to keep them confined, but to share how to sever the weights one is shackled to.

Donna J. Sanders, Author

This book was sponsored by the Starving Artist Fund by the publishing group Creative Talents Unleashed.

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