From the January 2011 Print Edition

The Spartan boy who steals a fox endures with fortitude the roiling mound scratching at his proud breast under his tunic, claws hooked in his skin: he keeps its V-jaws veiled beneath an impassive mien. The shoppers chatter past without a clue while it thrashes and tears into his flesh in panic. He . . . . Continue Reading »

The Magdalenes

From the April 2008 Print Edition

Magdala on the Via Maris hosted the caravans; Egyptian traffic”glass in ingots, ivory, lapis, apricots, papyrus, ostrich-feather fans; the Magdalenes laid out their fish for salting near the inns; behind the fly-specked drying racks day and night the willing women catered to the . . . . Continue Reading »

Jerusalem Artichoke

From the January 2002 Print Edition

It’s not , though: Anyone can tell you this is absolutely not an artichoke. And the Jerusalem that it professes? Some Italian costermonger spoke about the sunflower”the English heard not girasole but Jerusalem ” and, naming these vile tubers, they conferred an accidental dignity . . . . Continue Reading »