Maureen

Instead of looking at his face, she looked outside. It was raining, what looked like yellow rain on a darker yellow sidewalk. I'm getting married again, he said. We're… More

Grace

The first night at our house dressed in red like that, with her long black hair, with her shining black eyes, though one was bruised, I thought she’d start… More

PEN Podcast: Writing War

Phil Klay, Nadifa Mohamed and others read excerpts from their stories about war at the 2014 PEN World Voices Festival. More

Grace

The first night at our house dressed in red like that, with her long black hair, with her shining black eyes, though one was bruised, I thought she’d start… More

Consensus of Death

“Hey, Captain Dixon, can you get me a television?” It sounded like Tony. “Sure,” he said, “they’re installing televisions for all of you.” “Really?” John asked. “Fuck no!” he answered. More