Sparta

Conrad imagined walking through the trees below: the leafy, springy duff, soft underfoot. The clean aromatic tang of balsam, flecks of sunlight scattered across the dim trunks. More

Lily La Tigresse: A Melodrama

Sometimes I see less significant people too—girlfriends, high school teachers, men I once went to bed with. A few days ago, for example, I clearly saw Bruria Zimmel, who… More

Time Together

I was hardly proud that my son had somehow pulled off the incredible feat of impregnating some random girl while still tethered to me umbilically. Obviously. I mean, my… More

Amelia

She didn’t plan on ending up here at Devil’s Bridge which she only recognized because of a long ago school field trip. How would she have even remembered the… More

Mrs. Shaw

. . .the same hands that embrace one’s child will squeeze the life out of a neighbor’s child when war comes. . . More

Concerto for Jerusalem

For so long I’ve begged bread to criticize salt. Many times, I’ve heard people ask me, whispering, “Why is death always late in Jerusalem, … More

In the Light of What We Know

My professional life has been spent in finance, a business concerned with fine points, such as the small movement in exchange rates on which the fate of millions of… More

Bollagata

Edda Sólveig’s back is turned to me as she stands on a dry island in the damp floor. I look past her, out my arched window, the jewel of… More