Jeffrey L Cohen

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

Today we are thankful to overindulge in foods that we don't normally eat, see extended family that we don't normally see, and for the kickoff to the rampant consumer

The last thing I remember from my dream before waking up was one of my former work colleagues saying that at least we had cooked the cabbage.

I enjoy reading books that have been translated from other languages because it gives me insight into other cultures. But I only ever think about them translated into English. This makes me wonder

The highway is dark. There are no overhead lights and there are no other cars on this stretch. Something made of highly reflective material catches my headlights. It looks like a loop, but