Daniel Cohen
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Daniel is the author of ten novels, including the Coldmaker Saga, as well as numerous short stories and poems. When not writing he is often playing saxophone under a bridge.
https://www.danielacohenbooks.com/
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There's No Map, But Here Be Dragons
Dear T., We met once in a bookstore. You were in town for a friend's wedding. I hyperventilated when I realized it was you. It's not every day you randomly spot your favorite author in the wild. You were kind enough to wait until I caught my breath, which took longer than I care to admit. You live in Seattle now and only come out with a collection of stories once a decade, and so you're a rare sighting. You don't have social media or a public email. My hyperventilating was somewhat justified as I didn't think we'd ever get to meet, nor would I get to thank you in person.
By Daniel Cohen4 years ago in Confessions
Rifle Dave's American, Local, Patriotic, Homestyle, Coffee Express
It had been a lonely summer for Byron. First civilian rocket to the moon colony, and Henrietta was gone. Byron didn’t even know she’d been able to get a ticket. Her parents were rich, yes, but not ticket rich. She chose not to explain herself, leaving without so much as tagging him in a breakup meme, but all Byron could imagine, the only possibility, was that Henrietta had found herself as a Plus One. Ticket-rich people didn’t give out their Plus Ones without good reason, and certainly not to platonic strangers, so it was all Byron could do to reign in his imagination, convincing himself (unsuccessfully, evidence considered) that she hadn’t gone poly behind his back, for who knows how long, with who knows how many secondary, gamma, e-motional, and one-night partners.
By Daniel Cohen4 years ago in Fiction
Wise Eyes. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
I watch from the shadows without judgment. Judgment comes from a scarcity mindset. A self-righteous assumption based on a lack of information. I pity your kind for this reason. The picture of your lives will never be clear from your vantage point; perhaps if your neck could rotate a hundred and eighty degrees, or if your plucked and naked arms could flap fast enough to offer a bird’s-eye view. But you are limited. And darkness fits in gaps better than light.
By Daniel Cohen4 years ago in Fiction
