Jeffrey L Cohen

The morning fog briefly exploded in a burst of orange as the sun came over the horizon and illuminated it. The color faded instantly and it was just foggy.

I just got a haircut. Don't worry. My hair is still long. It was more of a trim and a clean-up than a haircut. The stylist used a lot of clips

Every morning the sun rises and I get up and move through the day. The calendar clicks forward another number and I do it again the next day. A granular view of time

Deborah and I both roll on our sides to go to sleep. We roll on opposite sides, away from each other. During the course of the night, we each wind up on our

The door swung open and the darkness inside swollowed the light. A figure strode out confidently. His long black coat flapped behind him as if the wind had caught it. The black hat