Jeffrey L Cohen

I dreamed that I visited a Stephen King-inspired amusement park. There was nothing specifically related to his books, but the main activity was smashing the wooden exhibits with a baseball bat.

I turned my desk and now I look out the window at the mountains. Our neighborhood is at the base of a mountain, which I feel behind me, and I look north towards

It turns out when you open the back gate and put out corn, hungry deer wander into the yard from the woods. We've had as many as seven deer chowing down

The view of the expansive sky over the valley bursts with color at sunset. The clouds take on hues well beyond orange, including reds, pinks and purple that look like cotton candy.

Was the kid whose last name is Gentle destined to become a wrestler to prove to everyone that he's not?