Writer
Dee Cohen
Chrysalis
Patty pushes open the shop door and we see, in the short time we’ve been inside, that the moths have invaded the town, their fragile bodies flitting past the moon, parking lot littered with white wings. They...
Fiction / Short fictionAvocados
What strikes me now is not that this no longer exists but that it ever existed at all. That place you rented in Old Hollywood, small backyard dense with foliage, avocados like heavy bells in the cathedral of a...
Poetry / PoemIn Medias Res
Mabel parks behind a long line of vehicles on the road’s shoulder, grabs her camera from the passenger seat, and starts walking towards Peter’s house. Only a mile out of town, yet rural, she can hear chickens...
Fiction / Short fictionLoitering/a life in cigarettes
Tarrytons were sweet, Lucky strikes; harsh, Pall Malls; edgy. Hank blew perfect rings, popped them with an angry finger. Sam shot pool with a Winston shoved in his missing tooth. Tidy package: hard pack, soft...
Poetry / PoemChristmas Day – El Toro, California
It’s pretty quiet today, one skateboarder clomping over the cement of the basketball court, a few guys sitting on a bench. Louie drives by in the golf cart, little ponytail pulled back, red tinsel taped to the...
Poetry / Poem