Four of us adorn the façade. Two inhabit the kitchen. One occupies every bedroom. One peers from each bathroom. Maja Ave, Jericho, was still finding its feet when we came into existence. Initially, we were louvers: aluminum frames with glass slats that tilted like lips, catching the breeze or pressing shut against the rain. Every […]

I You tell yourself the story. You tell it over and over. You tell it until it changes from the lies you like to the truth you don’t. But the tale’s in the telling, after all, and the truth will out whether you wish it or no. II It starts with a tea party. Or […]

There was no great trauma that attended (what some later called) Mary’s descent, unless this counted as one: her husband, taking her for a ride on a camel on their honeymoon in Egypt, twenty years ago, and the ornery, swaggering animal shrugging him off and spitting on him as he struggled to find his footing […]

In the north. In the night. A remote cabin. Quiet. Empty. Or so we thought. Imagine a writer, alone and isolated in a secluded cabin in the north, in the blue-dark of night, struggling with this story. Or—imagine yourself here, instead. Cold and alone in the near-dark. Because despite our best efforts at keeping the […]