Ken Nash

WE WERE NEVER ON THE MOON   We never went to the moon. Instead we grew roses and fed our neighbor pasta and fruit salad. We never put a man...
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THE STORY: Ken Nash On Isaac Bashevis Singer’s “The Spinoza of Market Street”

When I awoke, I knew that city had been Prague. I don’t know why Prague. I knew very little about the place. But I thought that whatever I was searching for must be there. And if not, what did it matter? It was a leap outside of logic. And a way forward.

Re: Word: Ken Nash

Even as I write this simple confession of my inability to write, the Finn beside me leans forward, gazes upon my scribbles and says,” Are you a writer? Are you writing a story?”

Ken Nash

THE BLACK BAG   There’s no way I will get a story written during this flight. Why even try? The stewardess will keep interrupting. Turbulence will make my...

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