Jeffrey L Cohen

I see paint marks on the road and along the side of the road all the time. These guides tell workers where to dig or what to dig up or what to watch

The fog hovering inches above the ground. Slashes of pink in the sky. A sliver of a crescent moon. The smell of honeysuckle. The curve of porch railing.

The lobster was served on a plate piled high with popcorn. I was removing the popcorn piece by piece because I didn’t think the two of them went together. I woke up

I can’t control the pictures that appear in my head, especially when I don’t read all the words on the package. Upon second glance, it said grass-fed beef hot dogs. But

I remember when I started driving that I used to go to convenience stores to get drinks and snacks. These were not gas stations. They were just convenience stores. A Super Big Gulp