Maybe This Year

I didn’t know it was a holiday today until Frankie my favorite delivery person explained to me when I went to the supermarket to give him his holiday gift one day late that it actually wasn’t late. It’s still Christmas, said Frankie. And if you want to think about New Year’s, you’d be early.

Maybe This Year (Poem One)


The last few years Around Now

I am an inexact personality

do not measure do not know numbers

any numbers Around Now

I start writing non list lists

usually entitled Maybe This Year.

Today I will begin. And maybe this year

I’ll make non-lists all week. Some

will be whole sentences.

Of what I want to do, knowing

entirely that it doesn’t matter

if I don’t. Because probably

I ¬†won’t.

Even so there remains

there always remains

a Big List of much

I’d like to Somehow Do.

Large and Small.

And even though I won’t,

there are always

good words like

intention. And,

Maybe This Year.



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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