Issue 30

Back in the day, we moved a long way from the center of town, which made me feel like we’d gone to live in the Wild West.   (more...)

After my mother died, my father would sometimes stop in the middle of the street, tuck his head into his shoulders   (more...)

If there’s a hole in one leg of my pants, I cut a hole in the other leg. If the hole I cut is bigger than the first hole,   (more...)

Once, on an early June night, when Sholem was returning from a nearby shtetl and had reached the small forest   (more...)

Cries of childish joy echoed up the stairwell and into Julia and David’s apartment. Many guests had visited them there.   (more...)

How many stories begin with a lion? A real lion? One with a golden mane, a catlike gaze, a majesty reserved for kings?   (more...)

We had been there a few weeks — it’s probably best not to disclose precisely where. It was February, Brazilian summer   (more...)

It is a special date for the Germans. After decades, Berlin is once again the capital of Germany, now reunited.   (more...)

I am sitting on a black leather couch, in a sparsely furnished large apartment   (more...)

It never failed. Whenever the sergeant was looking for a chump—someone for a patrol or KP, someone to help dig a latrine   (more...)

Lieber Anschel, Lieber Franz, I am sorry for the sudden bout of intimacy, sorry if I tired and inconvenienced you   (more...)

She thinks it must be the statues of another religion, though they aren't statues.   (more...)

Hannah waited twenty-four hours before calling the police, knowing her mother, Rokhl, would have been mortified: O mein Gott! The police!   (more...)

When I was a young girl, my brother came home one day with the news that he was going to study dance   (more...)

The meeting had ended a quarter of an hour earlier and the area between the People’s Council offices and the House of Culture slowly emptied.   (more...)

As Ephraim listened to the ebb and flow of air in and out of the boy’s chest, his own breathing relaxed   (more...)