Nobody’s hopeless, everything is broken

I woke up today and immediately saw two bits of news: The Russian Patriarch gave Dmitry Kiselyov, Russia’s top propagandist, a church award. I was baptized in the Russian Orthodox Church and, even though the church has always taken orders from the government in Russia (it was never the other way around, as many peopleContinue reading “Nobody’s hopeless, everything is broken”

Temporary shelters

The snow falls silently on the graves of the people I love On the graves of the people I would have loved If given half a chance The sky above my house is made of remembrances of raven wings And amethyst The pear trees my dead grandfather planted Offer their bark up to be kissed.Continue reading “Temporary shelters”

All the king’s sweets (a song for overgrown children)

When you walk out into this night You will find what you’re looking for – Or maybe a little bit more. Gunpowder on a stick So sweet that it hurts to lick; A border where lace confronts thigh Patrolled by a a jealous eye; A star in the forehead, A golden sieve, And all youContinue reading “All the king’s sweets (a song for overgrown children)”

A statement on the state of things

I dreamed that a former lover took me by the hair Wrapped my hair around his wrist Like a chain. He beat the people he loved with me, Beat them bloody So that they could never hurt him again. And in the melee I wondered where he ended and I began. I called my hairdresserContinue reading “A statement on the state of things”

Why it sucks to be a journalist (and why people do it anyway)

In the West, the news is a commodity, a product. And the customer is always right. If you’re not giving the customer what they want – you’re usually screwed. In places like Russia, the news is more like a government-owned resource. And the government gets to set the agenda on how said resource will beContinue reading “Why it sucks to be a journalist (and why people do it anyway)”