Back in my chamber I cast a quick look around me. With all the expensive things in my treasure box, all the crowns and jewels and stuff, t...

  I remember: I had just come back from school, and pulled my bike up the stairs, and flicked the kickstand, which made the chain rattle. An...

A week after the funeral, which I couldn’t attend because of a sudden fever, I get a call from Lenny’s attorney, Mr. Bliss. Which is a sure ...

  He gripped the stake with such anger that in a flash, the wood grain felt as if it were embedded in his skin, as if it had always been thi...

In my dream — I’m scrambling up numerous stairs leading to an altar that shines brilliantly. The stairs are of pink marble, the likes of whi...

Jolted by a sudden burst of fascination, I half-expect to rub elbows with other performers. But the long galleys where they usually prepare ...

  Poem written by my father, Zeev Kachel Lay your head here. Withering around us Is the garden, with golden reveries all. In its feverish la...