Dilly Beans (COVID)

Mrs. Parker,  Protestant Neighbor

down the street  regular church goer,

competent gardener, maker of good macaroni and cheese

she brings some twice a year, Mrs. Parker called

yesterday she is not a telephone person to ask if I could  come

by for a jar of Dilly Beans.  No one I know will eat them

she said.  Except maybe you.


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. Last evening I read yesterdays poem to my daughter – she thought I wrote it. I had finally made the long awaited and often threatened Banana Bread. Small world.

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