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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through empty rooms
her laughter —
mist filled valley
through empty rooms
her laughter —
mist filled valley
fog hovering
the history he lived and taught
(for Father’s Day)
bedtime-
giving his reflection
a kiss
atlanta nightclub
the reflection of a puddle
in her patent leather shoes
rain
on the lighted street
a million ballet dancers
fledgling last chirp–
ringing of the supper bell