Jeffrey L Cohen

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

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.