Jeffrey L Cohen

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

I peeled a banana and there were so many strings I thought I was shucking an ear of corn.

Tonight's sky would have been easy to paint for those with the skills. You could almost see the brush strokes in the striated clouds.

The best part of the county fair was the mini-pies we brought home.

Somewhere in town there is a kid riding around in his car seat in the back of an SUV wondering why his mommy looks so pale in the photo on her real estate