The day before 3 people I loved were born (COVID)

The day before the birthdays of two good

friends who died and my Aunt Blanche

who died years ago.


Evan was one of my oldest friends.  We spent our childhood

together while our parents, best friends,

played bridge. He told me about the painter

Oscar Kokoschka and after college he went to Paris

and England to paint and make ceramics and

live the way he wanted. Two weeks before he died

we had lunch at Eli Zabars on the east side a restaurant

he liked and I didn’t.   He always chose the restaurants

We gave one another books.


My friend Sheila  I saw her all the time every summer we talked

every day and then she’d drive over,  resplendent,

and we’d sit on the porch and she’d describe her many many children

her life before in Ireland her life in Iran and sometimes many hours

went by.   We were both happy.


My Aunt Blanche my father’s sister another

story altogether.  She wore powder blue to match

her eyes and even her car was powder blue.

When she got older she started going on cruises by herself

and I spent years trying to imagine what happened

on those cruises but all Aunt Blanche, always very thin,

would ever say was that she could eat

all she wanted every day.


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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