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From the July 1948 issue of Jewish Currents (then Jewish Life), reprinted from our Sid Resnick Archive. To see a scanned copy of the article as originally published, click here. WHERE ARE YOUR GUNS? by Howard Fast IN THE LAND of the goyim, my father traded with the Indians. We traded for beaver, and my father’s word was as good as his bond, […]
Read Moreby Jeff Greenberg HOW HE CAME to be locked into the sanctuary alone overnight was a story he would tell over and over. In truth it was a mix of serendipity and stupidity. The evening was late. The absent-minded caretaker left at 7:00; the heavy walnut door of the hall was double-bolted. Stupid. It was […]
Read Moreby Curt Leviant THIS IS THE STORY my father, Ya’akov, told me. He had heard it from his grandfather, Chaim, who was there in the Russian shtetl when the event took place, during the reign of the Tsar. One snowless early winter’s day, end November, just before Khanike, a solidly built man— he seemed to […]
Read Moretranslated from the Yiddish by Curt Leviant 1. OUR REBBI, Nissel the Short (he was called that, you see, on account of his small stature), was led by the nose by his assistants, who did absolutely as they pleased. If the first assistant came along and declared that the children should be dismissed early, Nissel […]
Read Moreby Stephen Wilson Amuse – Gueule — What do you think they mean by pilon de dinde? asked the young man. — I don’t know, some kind of turkey drumstick I suppose. The young woman ran her finger down the menu, noting the cost of each dish. If they hadn’t bought The Tropic of Cancer […]
Read Moreby Sheila Solomon Shotwell “I NEED TO PISH,” she says, and hoists herself from the recliner. She grabs hold of the handle on her walker, and swivels around. Her tush plops down on the seat with a thud. Then she scoots to the bathroom, using her heels to propel forward. Once she sits on the […]
Read MoreEarlier this summer, editorial board member and frequent Blog-Shmog contributor Marc Jampole’s short story “Hashmal” was published by the Jewish Literary Journal. A voyage through “the long, narrow, tenebrous breach from the light outside the door to the light at the end of the hall,” it’s a reflection on ways of knowing and the kabbalistic […]
Read MoreA Short Story by Gene Grabiner HERE WE GO AGAIN… Nathan Solomon Goldstein arrived at Temple Beth‑Shalom in Crestwood by 4:10 PM, as he did every Wednesday. Hebrew School: Cantor Moskowitz would teach him what was forgotten in the move from the Bronx to Westchester, or left earlier in Poland, in Latvia, in Romania, in […]
Read Moreby Leonid Poretsky “The Russians have really revitalized this cemetery,” says Masha. She is a stocky woman with a pot-belly, a manly gait, and a fierce facial expression — except on the rare occasions when she smiles. Then her face turns warm and beautiful, resembling the face of my mother some thirty years ago. Masha […]
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