My Last Poem from the Porch for a While (Covid)

Rain and we are leaving here

Yom Kippur and we are leaving here

September 28 and we are leaving here

some people  easily

say how they feel some never do

though you’re friends for years some

people are good very good at expressing

their anxiety their doubt about decisions

and there are others who use the word Fine

and here I am on this couch in this spot

that I love, about to finish my last cup of

coffee on this porch for a while, about to

move back to another life, a life with a different

couch and different words.


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. I feel for you! Leaving what sounds like an idyllic summer behind and moving back to a reality (NYC) which will feel different. Especially with what’s going to be happening in 5 weeks.

    I love your poetry, Esther; feel honoured to read your thoughts and feelings on a daily basis. They are like a tonic to my soul – ah! it says: there is my kindred spirit . . .


  2. I can not say ‘ love it’ that will be to short and they [here] would not accept it. Writing English is not easy for me. That’s why I say ‘ love it’

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