A Secret Society

I used to think there was a security in sameness, even if the sameness was not a happy one. The day my father died, we were doing the same thing we always did. We'd been playing five-card draw around the...

Christmas

There wasn’t anyone there. We walked through almost every room. They were empty, dry cubes of space in which the air was not good. She had not come home yet, or she had gone whispering off to her room before...

The Story of the Men of Sialk Hills

The Sialk Hills civilization had many members. One of these was a man who played the tar and loved his profession very much. This man’s house was located on the western side of the hill. To the right of it...

The Brooklyn Golem

1. A professor of English, dilapidated in his own eyes, Joseph Wisshovsky did not expect to find the Golem, the clay man of legend, buried in a Brooklyn basement. But a student, Meyer Las Casas, "a Baal T'shuvah!" as Meyer...

Avenged

"On the simplest and most fundamental truths," said Anselm late at night, "life will often waste its most original instances." When I met Dunya Stegemann I was twenty years old and extremely foppish. Busy trying to sow my wild oats,...