Prose (Poems)

A creative outlet by Ross Cohen, the writer of "On..."
Poetry like the belligerent drunk at the end of the bar, breaking his line of thought at surprising places.  Hinting at former glory.

Poetry like the belligerent drunk at the end of the bar, breaking his line of thought at surprising places.  Hinting at former glory.

A villanelle. 

A villanelle. 

Grace under pressure

—Ernest Hemmingway

A short poem about a short phenomenon.

A short poem about a short phenomenon.

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A Little Doggerel

I’ve only been in Love but once:
in Lust were all the rest,
though Lust itself has clever ways
to move a young man’s chest.

It makes him say, “Yes! She’s the one
to whom I do belong.”
Happily in Lust is he, ‘til
another comes along.

Day Two of my apprenticeship under Robert Pinsky’s Singing School.  Today’s poem is a response to the assignment accompanying Marianne Moore’s “Silence.”

Day Two of my apprenticeship under Robert Pinsky’s Singing School.  Today’s poem is a response to the assignment accompanying Marianne Moore’s “Silence.”

I’ve started reading Robert Pinsky’s Singing School, which is an anthology that doubles as a self-directed course in writing poetry.  This poem is an exercise based off of Pinsky’s introduction to Frank O’Hara’s “Why I Am Not a Painter.”

I’ve started reading Robert Pinsky’s Singing School, which is an anthology that doubles as a self-directed course in writing poetry.  This poem is an exercise based off of Pinsky’s introduction to Frank O’Hara’s “Why I Am Not a Painter.”

Sati is the now-banned tradition of Hindu widows throwing themselves upon their husbands’ funeral pyres.  The act is difficult to comprehend, yet while thinking of it in reverse, I was reminded of the Ramayana, wherein Rama’s wife Sita emerges from the flames unscathed.

Sati is the now-banned tradition of Hindu widows throwing themselves upon their husbands’ funeral pyres. The act is difficult to comprehend, yet while thinking of it in reverse, I was reminded of the Ramayana, wherein Rama’s wife Sita emerges from the flames unscathed.