Kiev’s brittle spring

I’m one of those people who can’t sing by herself. Someone else has to hit the first note for me. Two of my aunts are music instructors  – one disabled, the other partially disabled these days – and they both say that it’s an issue of confidence, of being sure. As if that hidden first noteContinue reading “Kiev’s brittle spring”

Goodbye to The Moscow News: on riding off into the sunset yet again

“Again the well-worn saddle creaks, And the wind chills an old wound; Monsieur, where in the name of hell have you wound up? Can it be you can’t afford a bit of calm?” After nearly four years, I am leaving The Moscow News. Now that our owner, the RIA Novosti agency, has been liquidated, theContinue reading “Goodbye to The Moscow News: on riding off into the sunset yet again”

Darkness on the Edge of Moscow: excerpt 2

Previous excerpt here. “Do your friends actually call you La?” He tried and failed to stifle a laugh. “Close friends.” The label on the beer bottle would not come off no matter how hard she scraped at it. “So you, for example, would have to refer to me as Nelly.” “Where did Nelly come from?”Continue reading “Darkness on the Edge of Moscow: excerpt 2”

Darkness on the Edge of Moscow: an excerpt

This is an excerpt of a bigger work of fiction.  The train paused briefly in the tunnel between the stations – a rare occurrence for the circle line. La leaned against the door, pressed right up against the place where it said “No Leaning,” and thought about disaster. Images from the trailer of a movieContinue reading “Darkness on the Edge of Moscow: an excerpt”

The lieutenant in you

Growing older becomes repetitive. It would be great to break up the monotony of cells drying out like graying laundry on the line. But nature is its own government, recycling soldiers into pulp. Inviolate, the only thing less compromising being the phantom limb of conscience (oh God, don’t get me started on how that thingContinue reading “The lieutenant in you”