Jeffrey L Cohen

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

The first thing I saw was the real estate sign. It said Property Available. This was in front of a long-time church. The small building sits near the corner of a busy intersection.