The gloomy Sunday that wasn’t
These waning days of July have been bad. The weather is maddening – in a city that gets so little heat and light, people require a proper summer. When summer peters out a month and a half early, as if...
View ArticleDarkness 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...
View ArticleDarkness 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...
View ArticleGoodbye 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...
View ArticleJack 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...
View ArticleTemporary 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...
View ArticleOne second of summer
I really like the neighborhood of Kuzminki, I’ve decided. We’re in that calm before the storm there – before various overpriced developers move in.
View ArticleIrresolution
If I could pick one word to describe Russia today it would be “uncertain.” Doesn’t strike you as the right kind of word at first, does it? What is this? “An uncertain Russia”? How can a country be...
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