Fig Town

The evening is spread out against the sky, and I am spread out on my couch. The bright, wretched gloom of the tube light is no match for...

My body leaves me behind as she gets up to go read in the balcony. I watch her, gathering her knees up to her chest, letting her hair...

In my house, we always alert each other when it starts to rain. It’s an act of love – for the rain, which must not go unacknowledged; and...

Late every night, a truck pulls up on the street below my apartment. Two men descend, walk over to the back, and get to work. Dozens of...