Jeffrey L Cohen

I just ordered underwear, reading glasses and film for my Holga camera.

A pack of hamburger buns fell from the top shelf of aisle five, unprompted. I looked up and caught the eye of the woman pushing her cart closer to buns now sitting in

The Spanish title of the classic sci-fi book I, Robot is Yo Robot.

The possum showed up at dawn to eat the bird seed. As the sky got lighter it waddled back to the woods.

The photo paper that I print on in the darkroom is called deluxe satin sheets.