Solos By Genre | Ploughshares

  • A solo cover of a detailed map of Israel-Palestine with cities labeled

    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.

  • A solo cover of a ram's profile on a plain beige background and a purple footer

    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.

  • A solo cover of a navy blue cassette tape on a light orange background

    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.

  • A solo cover of a cartoon woman with a beard wearing lingerie on a yellow background

    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.