Monthly Archives: August 2011

The backyard is full of trees just now yellowing, and the trees are full of cicadas with abdomens like drums– and even in the morning, in August, the cicadas sing.

In June, there was the precipice. August began with waiting, and then unfurled. One day I was in the old world, walking the yellow bridge, eating stone fruit at the water’s edge, carrying ivory train tickets tucked inside my notebook. Five days later, I was napping in an airport parking lot with my cellphone on [...]

We ate breakfast early, sharing a plate of salted cucumber and cheese and an egg that Andras boiled while I packed my bag. He asked me to read his favorite Graham Greene novel, and I promised, and he asked me to return, and I promised to try. But you may be in Israel by then, [...]