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Martin Gottlieb Cohen
Martin Gottlieb 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. Listen to Martin read some of his work here: http://listen-to-voices.tumblr.com/
The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Martin Gottlieb Cohen and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Remembering: A Sequence
I was born in Detroit in 1943 and lived there until coming to Upper Nazareth, ISRAEL in 1981. I’ve been writing poetry since high school, but for all sorts of conventional reasons I never had the "potatoes" to manage a "literary" or otherwise artistic career. Mostly working and raising a family, a wife plus four, and soon enough a total of fourteen grandchildren. In the between there were poems, some of them were published, some of them are lost in a damaged hard disc.
Over the last year, as well, I have been collaborating with a Northern California poet, from Crescent City. In fact, he is mostly responsible for me getting back to the craft. Like the Phoenix, there are yet newer poems. In a month or so I will be coming out with my first chapbook.
The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Zev Davis and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
What do books know about anything,
a piece of paper will suffice. A stray neuron lights up,
a blob of clay, at a potter’s wheel, either
Don’t deceive yourself, don’t even imagine
the lungs bring. The life you lead
visions call for more, sounds
sit down. Leave the books on the shelf,
sort out the confusion. Slowly the mind comforts