Jeffrey L Cohen

One of the security lights on the outside of the warehouse was blinking. A second light began blinking. They were not blinking in sync. It made it hard to watch. It also made

In the summer of 1987 I flew to London to study British Film and Television in a program run by the University of North Carolina. I would be attending UNC’s graduate film

I woke up at 2:11am and looked out the window of my AirBnB upstairs apartment. Rising above the roof of the house next door is a church steeple. I see the light

These are either channels around the outside of a cutting board or the latest dance on TikTok.

I picked up an interesting book from the new releases shelf at the library—yes, I do judge books by their covers—and began to read the inside flap. I got to the