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”
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Jack of hearts
Men have always said, “Don’t you dare write about me.” Max never said anything of the sort, because writing didn’t exist for him, not really. It was real the way Australia might be real to someone in Europe. You’d see people from Australia posting on Twitter when the night was too hot for sleep andContinue reading “Jack of hearts”
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”
Natalia A. 