Author: Threepenny Editor

Louise Glück

Orderly, and out of long habit, my heart continues to beat.I hear it, nights when I wake, over the mild sound of the air conditioner.As I used to hear it…

I think this is my second wind,my sister said. Verylike the first, but thatended, I remember. Ohwhat a wind it was, so powerfulthe leaves fell off the trees.I don’t think…

Try to think, said the teacher,of an image from your childhood.Spoon, said one boy. Ah, said the teacher,this is not an image. It is,said the boy. See, I hold it…

Let me tell you something, said the old woman.We were sitting, facing each other,in the park at ___, a city famous for its wooden toys. At the time, I had…

One morning I awoke unable to move my right arm.I had, periodically, suffered from considerablepain on that side, in my painting arm,but in this instance there was no pain.Indeed, there…

On most days, the sun wakes me.Even on dark days, there's a lot of light in the mornings—thin lines where the blinds don't come together.It's morning—I open my eyes.And every…

Louise Glück

My father remembers next to nothing. With slight exceptions.Do you remember fixing transmitters for the Home Army?Of course I remember. Were you afraid?I don’t remember. Was Mother afraid? I don’t…

Jennifer Zahrt