Category: Lawrence Cohen

A short look at the supernatural by Larry Cohen, c. 2026 One of my thoughtful, insightful readers wrote to me after reading some of my more recent pieces and asked whether I thought the Supernatural was real or not. And what was...

A short story by Larry Cohen, c 2026 The Devil bought his last soul. He was tired. He was old. He was very tired and very old. He was tired of doing the same thing day after day, night after night, ad infinitum. He was through,...

by Larry Cohen c.2026 Two of my closest and long-time friends are at odds. No, it’s not over their political views, or a fence line, or which flavor of ice cream is better, vanilla or chocolate. No, it’s not if hot tea is better...

By Larry Cohen c. 2026 I have never been enamored with the French. I never thought much of their morose and gory revolutionary tactics of chopping off the heads of their royalty, something that they must regret dearly when they...

By Larry Cohen   c.2026 It has happened to all of us.  We’re at a party where there is a dishful of wonderful sugar cookies set out on a platter.  Gradually, as the party goes on, the number of cookies dwindles down to...

By Larry Cohen  c. 2026 As my readers know and fully understand, I generally do not write about what we know to be the present moment, the era in which we now live.  I am not a news reporter.  To write in the present tends to...

By Larry Cohen c 2026 Since the theme of these pieces is smoke, tobacco, and tobacco smoke, I had better get back on topic or my dear readers will be stuck on the South Side of Binghamton, NY. wondering if the Art Movie Theatre...

By Larry Cohen  c 2026 Due to the number of questions sent to me about Part Three of Three on a Match, I owe it to my dear readers to make some clarifications and additions. I admit the addendum is longer than the original piece...

By Larry Cohen c. 2026 In my last year of college, I moved into a boarding house ( a bedroom with a kitchen, but no “board”) on the South Side of Binghamton, NY. The South Side of Binghamton reminded me of the same area that was...

By Larry Cohen c 2026 Cigars seemed to always be around me as a small boy.  I do not think there is one photo nor film of my maternal grandfather in which he was not smoking a cigar.  He used to make a “ring” for me from the...

This piece started out as a simple movie review. About three sentences in, however, I threw the whole thing over since I realized I am not David Denby, the long-time New Yorker Magazine movie critic and sometime author. He knows...

By Larry Cohen c. 2026 After I finished my last piece of remembrances of things past, as it concerned the War in Vietnam, I thought of a few items that historians will most likely not mention in their recorded, collective...