Donald N. S. Unger
Donald N.S. Unger has returned to the proper coast after a sojourn in the Midwest, where he found a Master of Fine Arts degree but no good restaurants. He currently lives in Princeton, New Jersey, and is in search of a publisher for his recently completed novel, Snapshots.
Glide Path
They had circled for fifteen minutes before heading into the airport from the east, over the Hudson, across the turnpike. They should have come in from the north or south.
July 1994If We’re Lucky
“Prophet?”No one had called me that in a while. Before I turned around, before I looked for his face in the mirror behind the bar, I knew, I felt who it was.
October 1993Without Cost Or Obligation
We went past the Allied checkpoint, past the American, the Brit, and the Frenchman, past the sign in more languages than we could read — YOU ARE NOW LEAVING THE AMERICAN SECTOR.
September 1990Testifying
“What did he say?”
“Something like, ‘At approximately seven miles from the epicenter of a nuclear blast, the eyes of anyone looking in the direction of the flash will be melted.’ And then he just sat down again. It was like he was reading from a script.”
February 1990Flying
We keep trying to find out. We look at the present and wonder about the past, about how we got here. It’s a question much asked; most people don’t think it’s possible to answer. But the answer is simple. It was Father.
August 1988Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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