Good Kings, Bad Kings

One thing I didn’t remember to think about is nothing never happens around here. Some cars drove by, and maybe the drivers looked at me? But they didn’t look… More

Burning Ants

My brother Credence says people who leave are deluding themselves about what’s out there. I just think they’re cowards. Mr. Tofu Scramble says I should go anyway, that it’s… More

Ragtime

But somehow piano lessons began to be heard. People stitched themselves to the flag. They carved paving stones for the streets. They sang. They told jokes. The family lived… More

On Translating Hester Knibbe

There were openly false statements, lies that gave way to truths. There was often a little something indigestible in the poems, something to puzzle over, and this was what… More

On Translating Andrea Tompa

Andrea Tompa's generation had no sultan to fear in distant Constantinople and his pashas, but they did have a Moscow-driven communist dictator and his secret police. No hostile armies… More

Stone Upon Stone

Grandfather was supposed to have also started the fire brigade. Before, when someone’s place was on fire people would just run up each with their own bucket of water… More