Author Archives for Dallas Cobb

Razor Clams

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August 12, 2017 6:03 pm

My daughter asked about the pitchfork when I cleaned out the garage last week. Actually, I hadn’t noticed it, leaning... Read Story


Aubade

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August 12, 2017 3:03 pm

I flicked the yellow of the pencil I had been chewing on from my front teeth and stared out across... Read Story


Happy Fourth

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August 12, 2017 12:09 pm

The Fourth of July is an interesting day. All around America, people celebrate the Declaration of Independence by throwing parades... Read Story


27

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August 12, 2017 12:06 pm

It took me a while to to figure out what I wanted to write about. The possibilities were endless! I... Read Story


Stairs and Ropes

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August 11, 2017 9:39 pm

You are seven years old. The abandoned bunkers you and your family find at Shadmoor State Park tower twenty feet... Read Story


One O’Cat

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August 11, 2017 2:47 pm

Good old house. Sealed up with everything that made last weekend fun and life palatable for another week. Love-hate is... Read Story


LIE-ing in Wait

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August 11, 2017 1:04 pm

We load up the car for our traditional trip East, the destination reflected in our cargo of bikes, bathing suits... Read Story


The Duck Idol

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August 11, 2017 11:18 am

The duck that rests in the field of Flanders lies like an idol of a dead civilization. Wire-frame and concrete.... Read Story


My Resilient Sea

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August 11, 2017 10:30 am

Resilience; the ability to become strong, healthy or successful again after something bad happens, to recover from or adjust easily... Read Story


Summer Girl

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August 11, 2017 8:48 am

“Aah,” the fireman said knowingly, looking me up and down. “You’re a Summer Girl.” We were beside each other in... Read Story


Ninevah

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August 11, 2017 8:44 am

Old. New. Fear. Excitement. Historical. Cultural. These are the words that came to my mind during the last Ninevah Beach... Read Story


Stroke of a Brush

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August 10, 2017 8:56 pm

THE STROKE OF A BRUSH Hippies, music and protests is what I thought about while attending Southampton College during the... Read Story


Whiskey

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August 10, 2017 7:45 pm

Raindrops tap dance on the car roof. The downpour is as heavy as my encounter with a long-ago storm while... Read Story


Big Shot

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August 10, 2017 10:38 am

“Let’s tell them we met Billy Joel!” I say to Sally, my skinny and tall-for-her age friend who wore her... Read Story


Beach Houses

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August 10, 2017 8:44 am

You move to New York City and find success in some industry and of course, you want to go to... Read Story


My Story

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August 9, 2017 5:17 pm

I never wanted to come to America. One evening, my father walked into our kitchen and announced that we had... Read Story


No Clouds

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August 8, 2017 5:28 pm

The Channel 12 TV Long Island, New York weather guy is visibly excited. “Today, not a cloud in the sky... Read Story


Heart of the Comet

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August 8, 2017 5:15 pm

“End of world.” my grandmother, Mary said. She gripped the arms of her black naugahyde recliner and peered out the... Read Story


The Big Fish

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August 7, 2017 1:27 pm

My mind couldn’t keep up with how fast my life was changing, nor could my stomach keep up with the... Read Story


Skipping Rocks

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August 7, 2017 11:21 am

Skipping Rocks by James Michaelson “The trick is finding the perfect rock,” my Grandma explained as she scoured the sand... Read Story


Locals

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August 7, 2017 12:00 am

One time at a family gathering, my aunt asked me if she and her family were locals yet. They’ve owned... Read Story


Wednesdays

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August 6, 2017 11:55 pm

Every Wednesday my mother, my brother, and I would pack up our silver minivan with plastic sand toys, three beach... Read Story


Fireworks

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August 6, 2017 3:53 pm

The familiar boom in my chest, that shuddered my insides brought comfort. For as long as I can remember, going... Read Story


Sushi with Sacks

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August 6, 2017 12:26 pm

My close friend, Oliver Sacks, died 2 years ago. Together, we did many things, many times, but none more often... Read Story


Miss Mexico City

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August 6, 2017 8:10 am

In February, Greenport is a tired-looking, pushed around, weather-beaten boat wreck of a town. This is not the simmer of... Read Story


My Last Ditch

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August 2, 2017 4:33 pm

Smoke filled the kitchen as a pungent liquid splashed from the pot. My dad remarked that had I been wearing... Read Story


A Little Wild

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August 2, 2017 7:49 am

Summertime, and adventure is afoot. My daughter Ava leads us outside, silencing her younger brother and sister with a hand... Read Story


Surf Club

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August 1, 2017 6:18 pm

Surf Club We were poetry, from the get-go pure poetry. I met JJ on my 16th Birthday. For real; he... Read Story


There You Are

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August 1, 2017 3:25 pm

Check the time again, check the wifi-signal. The wind is whipping around quietly, and my skin prickles just slightly. It’s... Read Story


New Beginnings

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August 1, 2017 3:16 pm

Amongst the mosaic of miscellaneous clothing, antique furnishings and bric-a-brac arranged on the bleached gravel drive, I was drawn to... Read Story


There You Are

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August 1, 2017 7:49 am

Check the time again, check the wifi-signal. The wind is whipping around quietly, and my skin prickles just slightly. It’s... Read Story


Holding the Roots

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July 31, 2017 11:26 pm

Oma was the greatest person I ever knew. Describing her as a “person” wouldn’t even begin to illustrate her angelic... Read Story


My Last Ditch

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July 31, 2017 11:22 pm

Smoke filled the kitchen as a pungent liquid splashed from the pot. My dad remarked that had I been wearing... Read Story


The Windmill

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July 31, 2017 2:46 pm

Amidst a sea of famous faces, it was the structure itself that mesmerized me most. I can still smell the... Read Story


Crayons

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July 31, 2017 10:13 am

I think she has about 5 words of English learned by now, including my name. Which of course in itself... Read Story


Automatics of Home

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July 27, 2017 10:18 pm

What is home but automatic? Automatic means deep knowing, and deep knowing connotes intimacy. I recently brought a friend out... Read Story