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Sexual Violence
Cabin Pressure
Ted stares blankly at the seat before him, wondering how his travel agent could have construed his standard request for more leg room as a request for this miserable seat. His legs are cramped, his neck tense.
May 1994Running Away
A niece’s realization, a mother’s uncontrollable urge, a father’s double life
January 1994A Death-Defying Act
The Work Of Jane Orleman
I have had many dreams of being choked by a rapist, which of course I was. That was forty years ago when I was a child. I am still holding my breath.
May 1993Stones: A Love Story
When Izzy gets to the boardwalk, she thinks about turning back. Maybe he won’t remember her, maybe he’s forgotten it all.
February 1993The Necessity To Speak
I see them every day, the wounded women in the supermarket or in the bookstore, the children beaten to a whimper until all life has grayed in them. I’ve learned to recognize Fear’s signature scrawled across their faces, the way one learns to recognize a man who walks with a “prison shuffle.”
February 1991Drinks
“I’m going to do you to death,” he said. “How about that. Not because you’re pretty, either, because you’re not, but because you can’t stop me. How about that.”
January 1990Being Wrong
Hitting your sister, watching the rice boil, jumping over the subway turnstiles
October 1989Kindred Spirits
“Anchoring,” going to a secondhand store, watching the boys play pool
February 1989No Bars To Freedom
Bo Lozoff’s Letters To And From Prisoners
Dear Billy,
Nice to hear from you. You know, you said that you were a coward and a real piece of shit, but if that’s so, then who was the sensitive, intelligent human being who was moved to tears by the story of Gandhi’s courage? That takes a lot of courage and openness, too, you know.
