Grave's Window

Edited by: Maggie Rosenau The cellphone they found in the pocket of the dead body contained an “unread message.” When …

  Edited by: Maggie Rosenau Artwork: Nour Zantah   My mother was afraid to take a shower during the bombing. …

Edited by: Maggie Rosenau Artwork by: Nuri Iyem (1915–2005)     My neighbor, who is ninety years old, tries every …

Edited by: Maggie Rosenau   There were friends of mine who used to meet up with each other and walk …

Edited by: Maggie Rosenau     I miss things. That’s all I do. Yet, I don’t always know exactly what …

Edited by: Maggie Rosenau   Here are parts of a collection of letters that were written in two cities. I …

Edited by: Maggie Rosenau   He was silent! My friend, who traveled by boat to Europe said. Then she continued: …

Edited by: Maggie Rosenau   They talk about the war, her kids. Whispering a few simple and metaphorical words as …

I’m alive because of my friends… Three friends told me last month that they were talking to themselves. Another said …