Jeffrey L Cohen

I had long, complicated dream—aren't they really all that way?—that had something to do with the destruction of a city. It could have been a natural disaster, a war or even

The holiday decorations reflect in the rain-soaked streets. It makes me wonder if there was a Christmas episode of Miami Vice because the streets were always wet and reflective.

My friend Dave had more impact on my life than Pogues singer/songwriter Shane McGowan. They both passed away yesterday. I first heard the Pogues when they opened for U2 in 1987 on

Making donuts from pancake mix doesn't work when you don't follow the instructions. They weren't donuts. And the batter was too modified that it didn't make pancakes either.

I looked out the front window before sunrise and there was a dark tree in the yard across the street. It has no detail. No highlights. No shadows. It is just a black