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LEN AND THE RUGELACH PART 2 (COVID)

Posted on November 29, 2020 by Esther Cohen / 0 Comment

(I’ve never written a part two to my poems until today)   When I walked by Len homeless man on the corner yesterday (I’d given him some rugelac...

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Should I Write a Poem about Trump and Coronavirus (COVID)

Posted on October 2, 2020 by Esther Cohen / 0 Comment

I was going to write a poem about the headline from today’s trash nothing email trash nothing is a server  to Give Things Away I have too many  still want...

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Flea Markets (EVEN THOUGH) COVID

Posted on September 6, 2020 by Esther Cohen / 1 Comment

Even though we are still in the Big Pandemic still worried about the virus elections fires Sunday we will go as always to the best flea market ever all wear mas...

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My Life in 100 Objects, or Albert’s Chairs (COVID)

Posted on August 27, 2020 by Esther Cohen / 2 Comments

Poet and activist Margaret Randall wrote a  wonderful new book:  My Life in 100 Objects (New Village Press.)     I love objects, impractical especially, ob...

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Covid or Not, I Can Never Find My Phone

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Esther Cohen / 4 Comments

Wish I could blame every single thing on This President or This Pandemic but even before This President, This Pandemic, even before I became an official Old Jew...

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Medical Marijuana Dreams (COVID)

Posted on June 14, 2020 by Esther Cohen / 0 Comment

Some people wrote asking what my dreams were like with Medical Marijuana.  The first night I don’t remember a thing but last night one dream recurred many...

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