A Few More Days of Awe and What I Remember

At the Mystic Film Festival small pretty white town beautiful

liquor store they called them package stores

many homemade ice cream shops cardamom and fig

we had a house on the Connecticut shore too

different from the well-mannered houses

no one I knew ever used the word Boat in a sentence

once our family went to Hammonasett State Park

we passed the park on our way to Mystic

Uncle Jack drove his Edsel we followed

in our always grey Dodge and when we got to the park

I was the only one of the ten of us who went

outside  we brought food but no one wanted

to eat on the ground the parents talked about What to Do Next

in the Hammonasett State Park parking lot and either my father

or Uncle Jack said let’s go to the hot dog stand we passed

on the way.  We can eat in the car right there and both families

drove away from the Hammonasett State Park our one and only

nature foray and drove to one of those stands with french fries

and clam rolls and hot dogs of course and we forgot about the sandwiches

in saran wrap in the car no one wanted to eat them anyway.




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.


  1. The first wine I ever bought besides Boons Farm (as a kid of course) was MD2020 (Mad Dog 2020) from a package store. I think package stores are so people could drink and then sleep on the street. (I didn’t. Either.) I come from the land of sailboats, speed boats and freighters and Dodges etc. (ours were tan). So not to hear the word “boat” would be like not seeing the sun! Esther, I love hearing about City people in the Countryside. Sometimes y’all just don’t know what to do with it. Mud pies, weed salads, and coffee can cakes in the sandbox. Now that’s livin’. So proud of you Esther for– getting out
    of the car. For how long? Did what? Pick up a stone? A pine branch?Skid the stones on the water or try? Come home with a pocket full of nature shells and sanded glass? And what! No “Mystic Pizza” at a Film Festival in Mystic? I love your story, Esther Took me right back to I-95 and my happy days in State Parks. Thank you for making me laugh on a rainy day.

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