Through the Exhausting Nights, Batnadiv HaKarmi

Lars sleeps, a chthonic lump in the center of the bed. He is a black hole, swallowing the slumber from the room.Jan tries to get to bed early enough to catch the post-bedtime uneasy silence. She can hear Beth’s restless stirring, her radar on duty just in case Mommy might spend time with Baby withoutContinue reading “Through the Exhausting Nights, Batnadiv HaKarmi”

We All Do That, Batnadiv HaKarmi

A parakeet is trapped in the stairway. She hears it beat its wings against the walls, like a moth hitting the light. Her husband stands at the bottom of the stairs, hands shielding his face, afraid to come up.The parakeet’s squawks become the cries of their ninety-year-old neighbor, screaming at her caretaker. Screaming “Where amContinue reading “We All Do That, Batnadiv HaKarmi”

Quoth the Raven, Batnadiv HaKarmi

As always, three crows perch in the center of the telephone wire curving over the street. Jan can feel their beady eyes following her as she hurries to pick up Beth from her fourth day of nursery. They always watch.Outside the nursery, a raccoon-eyed woman feeds alley cats. Her peroxide hair is piled on herContinue reading “Quoth the Raven, Batnadiv HaKarmi”