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Archive for the 'Cohen' CategoryMy spiritual practiceMay 1st, 2007 BY SAGE COHEN Now that spring has sprung, men are bursting from their dormant buds and flowering embarrassing riches of enthusiasm through the ether, dropping petals at my virtual feet. I’ve had eight “winks” today alone, and five other guys actually took the time to write me an email: unheard of in the no-woman’s-land of virtual dating. OK, I admit it. The photo on my match.com profile is… well… old. In it, there’s a photo of me holding my cat Barney who died almost two years ago. When I opened the email tonight from “outdoorsman32” (handle changed to protect the innocent) asking “How’s your kitty?” I came face to face with the affront of my false marketing. What is the appropriate response for a woman in my position? Should I reply to this anonymous man with, “My kitty is dead”? Now there’s an interesting conversation piece for getting acquainted with a stranger. A death and an exposed misrepresentation all in one sentence. Suddenly, I am a twenty-first century version of Mrs. Peacock in the Library with the Candlestick.
Posted by: The Editors Where Besson Street and Chevron don’t meetApril 1st, 2007 BY SAGE COHEN I am an unmarried woman. I can’t tell you how to get here The difference between losing The river comes in stages, The trees wear a heavy fur of snow.
Posted by: The Editors Living below the radarMarch 1st, 2007 BY SAGE COHEN When I was a little girl facing one of the endless Important events du jour that inevitably went Terribly Wrong, my father would say to me, “Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.” My father knows many things. I have collected his gifts of wisdom as a kind of spiritual dowry. He has much to say about pain, truth, energy, healing, love, and kindness. But it is this aphorism about experience that has been my little lifeboat of truth, helping me navigate the farthest waters of disappointment, the darkest hours of alone.
Posted by: The Editors Inhale. Exhale. Ash.November 1st, 2006 BY SAGE COHEN
Posted by: The Editors ExfoliationNovember 1st, 2006 BY SAGE COHEN A chorus of fat nervous birds
Posted by: The Editors Author profileDecember 1st, 2002 Sage Cohen’s writing has been published in journals and anthologies including Cup of Comfort for Writers, Poetry Flash, Oregon Literary Review, blueoregon.com and San Francisco Reader. She serves as managing editor of — and monthly columnist for — Writers on the Rise and was awarded first prize in the 2006 Ghost Road Press poetry contest. Tune into her musings about the life poetic at www.sagesaidso.typepad.com. Her Black Lamb column is called Making It Up.
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