Jeffrey L Cohen

That’s the hill I used to sit on and wave at the cars passing by on the interstate.

The most notable thing about the long-term hotel in my dream was how dirty the silverware was. Previous guests put away forks and spoons after using them for guacamole and sour cream without

As I get older I am shocked how earlier eras of my life now qualify as settings for historical fiction. Is a book set in the 1990s really historical fiction? That makes sense

At least my back to work after two weeks off only involves walking upstairs.

In the fading light of 2023 I walked the dog. The last rays of the setting sun angled across the sky between the houses, casting an intermittent halo on the dog. We walked