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’m just catching up after having been unavoidably away from tinywords for several months, & am surprised to discover that such a wonderful haiku received so few responses. But the few were of high quality, which counts immensely.
Suggestive and haunting.
…interesting observation neighbor.
Agree with both comments. It’s nice to have imagery “a bit different” too!
Thanks Bill, neighbor H. Gene, and Alan for all your thoughts.
Highly imaginative, evocative, effective.
I’m just catching up after having been unavoidably away from tinywords for several months, & am surprised to discover that such a wonderful haiku received so few responses. But the few were of high quality, which counts immensely.
sliding cross crumpled sheets–
dawn’s warm kiss
I once saw a small fish frozen in the ice, but this adds a lot more to that experience.