A Tuesday in Winter and Doing

Every Tuesday when I can I go to Roxlyn’s yoga class

a few blocks away at the JCC.  I try not to think about anything else

except Roxlyn’s yoga class when I’m there.

Not the piles of everything to take to housing works not the manuscript

belonging to Someone Else  sitting on my desk to edit not what a good writer

Tessa Hadley is not the Hilma Klimt show not ordering a new Peppa Pig bathing suit

for my granddaughter not who I want to be the Democratic nominee

not what Kamala said about Socialists not whether Netanyau will

go to jail not the New Sanctuary Writing class not whether we should go to Ferryman

tonight because there are tickets on TDF not why I am not a successful meditator

not going to the Caribbean for four or five days not aging or friends

or any body part or gluten or birthdays not setting up readings for poetry month

or when I can find time to watch The Big List or Peter’s Movie and Peter’s Next Movie

and my book and my next book and any other class except Roxlyn’s right now.



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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