Category: Poetry

Self-Assessment (a rough draft of a poem)

Dread in stomach upon waking Black coffee percolating in pot Scuffs on my shoes Rips in my new jeans Arms folded into the same shirt Lunch in silence Bowel pains Spine twisted upright in office chair Podcasts consumed Articles read…

Water-skiing

The weekend I went water-skiing, Josh said, “everyone falls the first couple times.” And he was right – I did. And then I fell again and again and again and again until everyone was tired of watching me fail. Unfortunately…

My Father (audio)

Here is me reading a poem I wrote and adding in Sunflower by Low to make it seem more important. Matthew Brian Cohen – My Father (poem)

My Father

My Father My father told me tonight I can always come home “and not just for the night,” he added. Throughout dinner, he said my writing is good for “developing skills related to sales,” that a backup plan will surely…

Pretty Redhead

She was a pretty redhead at the outdoor poetry reading I accidentally walked through on my way to get a coffee Her tights were black and her sunglasses blocked out her eyes Her green shirt – I don’t know what…

Habits

I’m reading a book right now on habits They are formed to save our brains time We see the cues, we know the reward we fall in line Two people have told me I lost weight It made me feel…

Summer Sex

Summer Sex sex in summertime colder somehow chasing your skin your salt your collision of sweat and new-formed acne grabbing stomach fat and oiled hair and comforters so thick and wool and stained the mattress and the plastered walls absorb…

Hoboken

Hoboken Frank Sinatra lived here before it was rent controlled before the sidewalks were cobbled and the PATH ran to Journal Square Frank was of the old days of Democrats and alleyway abortions of waiters who’d sing and serve fried…