Monthly Archives: April 2020

Before the sun had come around the top of where we could see a fire in the south over the planets, there, already, they had him by the hair.  Had the Dealer in the middle of where he had been … Continue reading →

The following pages by Melinda Davis originally appeared in The Quarterly, Vol. 14, edited by Gordon Lish.     It was by brick he died, they decided–what else?–a young bridegroom, married only the seven nights of the sheva brachos, not … Continue reading →