Issue 31

Even after visiting his son a few times and becoming acquainted with the life style and dress code of the kibbutz   (more...)

Sunday at dawn, while birds still slept in their nests, Khatshe the Rag Man would harness his horse   (more...)

I remember Mom crying in the kitchen. She says, “Yoni, we’re so stupid. Why did we agree?”   (more...)

He’ll summon me eventually, when the celebrations are over. Wait ten days, two weeks at the most   (more...)

Chaim Soutine wakes with the sun, feeling awful. His joints are stiff, his guts wound tight about the crucible of his belly.   (more...)

Liliana Liebeskindová is not able as yet to conceive. She can’t keep this to herself, so she gets a lot of advice   (more...)

When it comes to Vincent I have trouble deciding what to look at, which part of his body would show me the real him.   (more...)

Joel Meyerson pushes open the door, anxious when his grandmother doesn’t answer his knock.   (more...)

My life is an out-of-the-money call option about to expire.   (more...)

I hear you are quite an adept seamstress…” Leora Baum nodded, staring at the steaming tea and the small plate of cookies   (more...)

At five, the desert heat threatened to catch up with the night dew, and the cats woke up. She wandered like a bug in the dark   (more...)

I’m in the city to see family and pick up supplies at Brodsky’s General Store. An older woman is returning a chair.   (more...)

They had to hold the service out in Brooklyn, in this place run by goyim which had seating for fourteen hundred.   (more...)

Kayla was in the zone. Hunched over her desk in her dark apartment, she breezed through the LSAT logical reasoning section   (more...)

Rob, who’d looked at nothing but road signs while Hailey and I marveled at the beauty of terraced vineyards   (more...)

I hate arguments. If I lose, it makes me feel small. If I win, I can feel the other person’s hate. I’ve always run away   (more...)

When Issachar was 12 years old, he was the presumptive semifinals winner of Maccabi Jerusalem's judo championship   (more...)

When I was 16 my mother set me up on a date with a boy from a respectable family. In his glove compartment he had a gun.   (more...)