Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.
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i see martin is up to his usual, in reading this piece, i took the time to read “about the author”, again.
yes, definitely an out-of-body-experiencer; by now i’d think i was ready for martin’s creations, however they seem to grab me somewhat unexpectedly, each time.
don’t change, martin, your work is refreshing, sort-of.
i see martin is up to his usual, in reading this piece, i took the time to read “about the author”, again.
yes, definitely an out-of-body-experiencer; by now i’d think i was ready for martin’s creations, however they seem to grab me somewhat unexpectedly, each time.
don’t change, martin, your work is refreshing, sort-of.
phone home, martin
to our
food chamber
ants carries a dying cockroach
trying to step over
crumb on the floor ___
ants abound
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