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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all night trapped
by single mosquito
mosquito net
the mosquitos
dance to get in
mosquito waits
hovers just above
my bare foot
evening meal …
smoke rise, from the mesquite
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laughter from the neighbour’s deck
the aroma
of chard remains
evening mist
horizon shrouded at dusk
stars silent
lake’s frogs serenade
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