Author: Threepenny Editor

Ernie Wang

Marina Warner

At first he seemed plump and quick but simply arrested,the chipmunk lying sidelong on the terrace flagstoneas if taking a nap. Butterflies sipped at his fur.Their wings, black with coppery…

A city with a knife in its heart,nerves exposed, arteries dangling, its temples to kingship,religion, learning and artbegrimed, and pockmarked by bullets,or spruced, sand-blasted and lacqueredto face the new market…

Joshua Weiner

Every day but Sunday we passed her and the wigs—shelves and bins and spinning racks of wigs… She worked out of the entryway to a disusedfactory on 14th Street, whose…

Lawrence Weschler

Potter Wickware

1. In the desert, a halo around the sun, a vast, prismed diskwith within it another smaller though still huge second circle,of a slightly darker hue, the furnacing glare precisely…

1. What in the name of anything on earth was I doing crawling behind a billboard next to a bakerya few blocks from the grammar school I attended then which…