While the view was magnificent, no one had enjoyed looking out the window of apartment 2G of 110 East End Avenue in several years. While…
We experienced our first hurricane in that house on Frangipani Street, and luckily, you were too little to remember any of it. Hurricane Luis was…
Thinned blood gushed from the wound. His stomach a mash-tun, his head spun madly. God fucking…shit Ruined! That was the only thing from Berlin A…
We stood in a row, I do not remember who led,
Who brought up the rear,
But the fireflies raged,
Lighting up the forest, the velvet rocks
every night you ask why I love you
and every night I fail to answer.
Tonight, on Bhasha Dibosh,
I have an answer.
The children double-time,
surrendering keffiyahs and hijabs
to the breeze.
They will not make it.
Every month, The Reading Room showcases a short story, or excerpts of a book, from some of the greatest writers the world has ever seen.