September 11 (COVID)

A piece of the world changed   l9 years ago

security rules  new fear impossible loss

Guantanamo and now on this September 11

nineteen years later we think about what we remember

where we were then afterwards pictures on pillars

missing people so many pictures

people who never went home  now here we are

another impossible time, sickness and this president,

fires and fires and the whole world newly masked and for now

we do not hug one another.  We wait and wait

for vaccines and elections and for life, whatever it will become,

for life to be life again.

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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