What We’re Doing (Covid Poems)


I saw Itzhak on Facebook this morning.

Itzhak and exercise are antonyms.

Bonnie photographed Itzhak

exercising in front of a TV.


We watched Crip Camp

on Netflix last night.

Wonderful. Really.


We try not to worry

and we worry.


We read each other poems.

Julie sent Alice Walker:

My desire

is always the same, wherever Life

deposits me:

I want to stick my toe

& soon my whole body

into the water.


We bake a little.  I’m not much

of a baker but today I’ll make

Mediterranean Yogurt Bread.


We try not to worry again.


We debate whether going to the park

is a good idea.


We go to the park.

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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