Magnificent Octopus

Whenever dawn caught him in motion, Gonzalo tended to feel like there was some kind of link between the birth of the light and the very fact...

It's so much easier to know what Hashem wants for a man: not to be a woman. Unlike the blessing women say, in small print, the men's...

I could only see a small patch of sky, the part that was left open between the treetops of the forest around me. The branches seemed like a ...

"In Japan, they say that when you can't sleep, you must be awake in someone else's dream." Who is dreaming about me every ...

But how does a person learn to see herself as nothing when she has already had so much trouble learning to see herself as something in the f...

The other evening I sit with a friend on his balcony having a glass of wine and sharing insights into our hearts and brains and those of our...

A forest floor, the Woodland villagers knew, is a living thing. Vast civilizations lay within the mosaic of dirt: hymenopteran labyrinths, r...

In this humid, rusty place where women congregate, naked and wet, where they show each other scars beside their breasts and on the bellies, ...

They say travel leads to the realization that one does not in fact exist. So starts an auction lot description of resurfaced possessions and...

Dear Diary, It's been seven weeks since my last confession. I feel spent. Everything is good, but nothing is right. Once swallowed the p...

gerald I know I've been using a lot of WFH time but I checked with our ops team — technically there isn't a set limit on how much yo...

"You're trying to get away? It's no use! I too was trying to get away, to ride away, to move to Lviv, or to Kyiv, to anywhere e...

If each of us drew our own body as if by dictation from our own internal perspective, we would produce a gallery of monsters! — from  The Se...

I'd gone to France for work, to a party, in a castle decked out in a way I'd never seen. I'd had a fair amount to drink, and I l...

My adolescence as a reader became, without a break, a long and unhappy apprenticeship as an author. The geese have returned. They've bro...

It was her Father who told her that highly educated people did nothing but complain, and that those in poverty, on the other hand, could sta...

Sprawled across Jackson Avenue is a larger-than-life lady, screaming her "I don't give a fuck" in chemical pink. We come up on...

Clara's body heaved a little, assuming the shape of a soundless sigh. Currents of emotion moved through the room. My mother moved us to ...

Sensei continued to stare at my arm, all the way down to my palm. His eyes on my palm, he murmured something about me not having any wit lin...