State Park Picnic

Once my family and the Galens

went to Hammanassett State Park

for our own and only picnic.

We all went in Uncle Jack’s big purple Edsel.

When we got to the park, no one

wanted to get out of the car so we waited a few minutes

then drove back home and ate our picnic

on the dining room table. We never tried 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.


  1. I thought about the time our family went to an amusement park in Maryland that had segregated bathrooms. My parents were livid. My mother ripped the bumper sticker off our car and we drove home. At first I thought the word “colored” meant the toilets were differently colored and I wanted to go in there. Was this incident a hostility thing? Did the adults understand something the children didn’t get?

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