When I Was a Man
When I was a man I lived in San Cristóbal. At the top of the mountains in the south, along the border of Guatemala, in a place where they… More
World’s Oldest Prisoner
I’m glad all you folks could be here today. Makes me feel wanted. Of course, I’ve been wanted off and on for most of the past century.I was surprised… More
Navid Kermani on Faith & Reason
Moritz Pollesch has a friend called Albrecht, who claims he is going to kill his nine-year-old son within two to three years. Although Moritz cannot imagine Albrecht would be… More
Blood Feather
As Marcia does the dishes, she hears her daughter call from upstairs. “Mom, Mo-o-o-m . . . ” She races up but Ruthie isn’t in her room or even… More
Tiresias Tries to Talk Sense to Liriope About Young Narcissus
"Ille per Aonias fama celeberrimus urbesinreprehensa dabat populo responsa petentiprima fide vocisque ratae temptamina sumpsitcaerula Liriope, quam quondam flumine curvoinplicuit clausaeque suis Cephisos in undisvim tulit: enixa est utero… More
Life Under the Knife
My job in the library was my only peace in prison. The library was a little room, it couldn’t have been more then the size of a rich person’s… More
Suffer the Little Children
On a night when it's actually quiet enough to hear my own thoughts, after the lights have gone dim, my eyes burn red from reading one too many pages.… More
The Horizon Rises
Wednesday. It is Wednesday, isn’t it? What happened to Saturday? Did it devour Sunday and Monday and Tuesday, and was it now hungrily eyeing Wednesday’s infant morning? This savage… More
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