A thump on the glass. A snout pressed against the glass door in my living…
Translated from the Italian by Jeanne Bonner There’s fog in the courtyard when I…
“After taking the typewriter to her bed, Valence takes apart the typewriter.”
Wait for your sister and your father to leave the apartment. You’ve already told them…
You never forget the day the gifts show up. The day my blood first came…
St. George’s bell was gone. The cleaning woman, an Albanian who had been living in…
Melissa had something to tell me. We had arrived late at a party in the…
A woman reclined in a yellow Adirondack chair with a back like a tongue depressor,…
for Sarah When I was twelve or thirteen, we lived in the house on Old…