Listening to “Let It Be” on the mobile’s built-in MP3 player and singing along, off-key, as always. I lit candles for all the men in my life tonight, and those candles stood in front of my eyes, thin, organic, skeletal. The candles are like fingers – like Earth grasping Heaven. And under my window, boys areContinue reading “We walked home under the pear-trees”
Monthly Archives: July 2007
Boy With Berries, Girl With Gun
Who was the enemy? What past wrong was she seeking to avenge? Where was her battlefield? Not in any one place. It was in the air all around, it was in the texture of the world itself; or it was somewhere visible, it was in among the neurons, the tiny incandescent fires of the brainContinue reading “Boy With Berries, Girl With Gun”
Static
The more blog-worthy experiences you have, the less time you have to blog.
Someone told me today
That Kyiv is undergoing the same changes that Moscow did about 7 – 8 years ago, and this is probably true. Although there is something about Kyiv, some burnished, fuzzy softness, an air of (deceptive?) calm, that I don’t want it to ever lose. People are always saying that “things were better two years ago,”Continue reading “Someone told me today”
Everyone has buggered off to everywhere but here
And I’m all alone and bored. Was going to make it out to the festival today, especially since Cousin Solomia was performing, but bad wather and family travails got in the way, as always. Am mixing cocktails on the balcony. If you want to join me, you ought to have my number.
Natalia A. 