Horoscopes For the Dead
Horoscopes For the DeadEvery morning since you fell down on the face of the earth,I read about you in the newspaperalong with the box scores, the weather, and all… More
A Game
Marrell and Tom’s living room, after the dinner part of the dinner party.Tom:Jane: Tom: Jane:Marrell:Tom:Jane:Marrell:Tom & Marrell:Marrell:Tom:Marrell:Alan:Marrell & Tom:Jane:Tom & Marrell:Jane:Tom:Marrell:Tom:Jean-Pierre:Tom & Marrell:Jean-Pierre:Marrell:Tom:Jean-Pierre:Tom:Jean-Pierre:Tom:Jean-Pierre:Marrell:Jean-Pierre:Marrell:Tom:Jean-Pierre:Tom:Marrell:Tom:Marrell:Alan:Tom:Alan:Tom:Marrell:Tom:Marrell:Alan:Marrell:Tom:Marrell:Tom:Marrell:Jean-Pierre:Alan:Tom:Marrell:Tom:Jean-Pierre:Marrell:Tom:Marrell:Alan:Marrell:Tom:Alan:Tom:Marrell:Jean-Pierre:Tom:Alan:Marrell:Alan:Tom:Jean-Pierre:Tom:Alan:Marrell:Alan:Marrell:Alan:Marrell:Alan:Marrell:Alan:Marrell:Jean-Pierre:Tom:Marrell:Tom:Jean-Pierre:Jane:Tom:Alan:Tom:Marrell & Alan:Tom:Jean-Pierre:Alan:Tom:Jane:Alan:Jean-Pierre:Alan:Marrell:Alan:Marrell:Jane:Marrell:Tom:Jane:Alan:Jane:Tom:Jane:Marrell:Tom:Jane:Alan:Jane:Tom:Jane:Marrell:Jane:All Except Jane:Jane:All Except Jane:Jane:All Except Jane:Jane:All Except Jane:Jane:All… More
Ten Approximations
East German ChinaLove, like music, is always a true story—in the spring of 1980, half a year before we emigrated to Israel, my grandfather decided to smuggle his collection… More
My Octopus Orphan and My Wolf Sister
My Octopus Orphanthinks his suction cups are radios.He presses them to his head andit’s always Ma playing on AM,Father on FM. His eyes turn inward,and he buries himself in… More
A Collaborator in Kashmir
After flights from Delhi to Jammu and then on to Srinagar, I rode north in a taxi to Sopore, closer to the Pakistan border. I’d come to Kashmir to meet… More
A Literary Night Out: Spelling Bee Humiliation…
Last night, the PEN American Center held a party to celebrate the latest issue (#11) of the PEN America journal, a bouillabaisse of fiction, poetry, essays and conversations among… More
Calling the Characters
Calling the CharactersIs this the right house? Shabbier than last timebut when was that? Two weeks ago? Two months?Have they forgotten me? The door’s unlocked,left open for me or… More
Lara Croft
Lara CroftShe lies half sunken in the swamps of depression, her open jawsfull of complaint. sometimes lava flows. sometimes the cold ashsifts—of the Jewish Historical Institute archives,where once, sorting… More
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