Solos By Genre | Ploughshares

  • All Of Us, We All Are Arameans (Ploughshares Solos Book 4)

    All Of Us, We All Are Arameans (Solo 1.4)

    I must have been the oldest Jew in America who had never been to Israel. During the Six Day War, when I was eleven, I was determined to defend my people’s homeland. I doubted I would be able to take aim at an enemy who reminded me of my beloved Danny Thomas, the only Arab I knew and the star of my favorite television show, Make Room for Daddy. But I could pick oranges at an Israeli kibbutz and thereby free a young sabra to fight off the invaders.

  • Phoenix (Ploughshares Solos Book 3)

    Phoenix (Solo 1.3)

    I remember, most vividly, the tea my mother used to dye her auburn hair, the soup of crushed marigolds, rose hips, and paprika. It was crimson, like the blood that drips from Pete and Willow’s goats this morning, young wethers with slit throats strung up on a clothesline.

  • Daydream Nation (Ploughshares Solos Book 2)

    Daydream Nation (Solo 1.2)

    This nighttime beach is suddenly a sandy stage, and we’re blinking at our audience in their spotlight: two guys in a speedboat trolling for castaways. Everyone comes out of their stupor quicker than me. Candi chants “S.O.S., S.O.S.” and the others yell “Woo-hoo!” and “Yeah!” as if they’re at a concert. I’m the only one out of the eight of us not holding my cig up.

  • Lady of the Burlesque Ballet (Ploughshares Solos Book 1)

    Lady of the Burlesque Ballet (Solo 1.1)

    Irish Maupin, immobile again in her old city, in a tearoom with white linens, sat fatter than she’d ever been, fatter than anyone had ever been in the history of recording such things. Faint from eating too little too fast, she found in a ruffle of her collar a sliver of candied grapefruit peel.