Cassie sat at the end of the bar, refreshing a radar map of the Florida Keys. Hurricane Leslie’s cloud of red-and-purple pixels spun in the corner. The wind was turning. August was a bad time of year to be in Key West. The streets were empty and the air was sticky where the sea breeze…
Max Goldman-Singer had left TradFi. That was the word on the street, at least among those of us still working there as junior traders in hedge funds and prop shops. We alluded to the frontier that Max had left for—the little we knew about it—in our Bloomberg DMs and while waiting for our coffee orders…
I had only been living with my parents for three months after being released from a mental health facility when my mom asked if I’d take care of my uncle, who had cancer. The doctors had told me that what I needed most was routine, to have my days mapped out, and that way there…
My father died while I was in graduate school. When the hospital called informing me of his fourth stroke, I took a train to Pennsylvania to see him. By the time I arrived he was dead. His nurse was polite, but I sensed her disapproval that I hadn’t come sooner, when the suffering was at…
The first c is sharp; a rock scraped against pavement. The second c is as smooth as a stone washed over by waves. They look identical. Interchangeable. But they are as different as the crescent moon and the snake, slowly strangling its prey. Two syllables. The first means, to be able. To be permitted. As in, I think I can…
Pa Houa had spent hours in front of a screen foraging through old, forgotten phrases. The poem she was trying to write had vanished. The longer she sat, the more tense her arms and legs became, the more her cursor crawled between caesuras and spaces reserved for commas. She tried tearing down the curtain of…
I had always been so bored when having sex. It was a source of great contention between Lynette and me. Every night in bed I felt the suffocating hands of her desire. She would give me a certain look through half-lidded eyes and I would duly lie down. Then she would sit on my face,…
excerpt from What Women Don’t Say, a novel When Stefania picked me up at the airport, I could tell that the weight of my visit was beyond her capacity. Out of duty to her father, she had traveled south to Catania as soon as the school year finished, because he wasn’t feeling like himself. Stefania had already…
Three boys talked idly as they meandered along the railway. The prized swim hole could be reached via the footbridge that ran parallel to the railway line and down an embankment to the water’s edge. That was the easy route. Another more challenging way to get there exercised the boys much more. It involved a…
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