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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Martin, I really like your two-line haiku. Your weblog is inspiring.
green corn moon
the short shadows of a shriveled crop
Martin, I really like your two-line haiku. Your weblog is inspiring.
green corn moon
the short shadows of a shriveled crop
calm, at water’s edge
three white lilies
blackout
the family try to talk
lounder than the storm
dawn
the rattling rain
fades
drifting on the night breeze
voices of my neighbors…
recant the day