Maya CohenThroatIt was 11pm, and Lorraine cradled her second glass of wine in her hand. Sitting at the kitchen table, she watched the pendulum of the…Mar 8, 2017Mar 8, 2017
Maya CohenMemory 03.16Maggie kneels next to the tub and takes her daughter’s wet curls in her hands, lathering them with soap, gently massaging the fine hairs…Mar 6, 2017Mar 6, 2017
Maya CohenDragon“I’m not scared to die,” she rasped, lying under the fluorescent lights in her hospital gown, the deep wrinkles falling in long lines down…Mar 1, 2017Mar 1, 2017