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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...
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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...
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A half-hearted Apocalypse of sorts
In the place I used to be from, they have an old legend about a band of warriors – horses, sabers, embarrassingly well-fitted leather chaps, etc. The legend goes that the warriors were brave and noble...
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His Sin, Her Soul: On Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita (republished from The Second...
Original publication date: MONDAY NOVEMBER 30TH, 2009. Republished with kind permission from John Williams. His Sin, Her Soul By Natalia Antonova Reviewed: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov The luster of...
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The Girl Who Went For a Ride: a tale of horror (maybe)
There once lived a girl who knew she was destined for great things, but great things were always taking too long to appear on her horizon. She bided her time with her husband, a street magician, and...
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From your humble (and very cold) blog author: news, announcements,...
Dear friends, subscribers, and people who stop by to yell at me about my unladylike use of curse words, Hi! Happy 1st of November! Please note, my use of glitter in the above picture is ironic....
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Dress Like Water
Mr. Hodges says that not enough people come to see him and that those people who don’t should get their hides ready for a slow roast in hell. The nurse says he’s rude to put it like that, but Mr....
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Walking back from the Lower East Side on a hot night
Walking back from the Lower East Side on a hot night, the stores have reverted to their true selves – which is to say that they are mirages now again, fragile beneath the great emptiness yawning over...
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Laura Palmer and the end of the world: news of note from me
It’s Independence Day, and I am sad to be so far away from home. Instead of whining about it, though, I’d like to present you with a round-up of the interesting things I’ve done lately and which you...
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Matilda’s New Digs: An October Ghost Story
“Don’t be fooled by new houses. They sit on old ground.” Matilda had no idea who had dropped the note in her mailbox, and she didn’t care to find out. There was too much unpacking to be done. There...
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