Melanie Franklin Cohn

Melanie Franklin Cohn

June 14, 2013 by admin
I’m sitting with sixteen artists around a table filled with Russian food. As we introduce ourselves, a poet says, “I’d like to share my work with you all later.” “Now, now! Go ahead!” the others respond. The poet nods, stares down at her plate, taking a few seconds to compose herself, and begins: I don’t wanna see you hangin’ round my placeif I do I’ll hit you square in ya ugly facewit’ straight white vinegar and tea tree oil’cuz just a trace-a you and my blood begins to boilBlack mold.Black mold. Read More...