Review of Yelena Moskovich’s debut novel The Natashas. “You enter a dark, deserted warehouse on the waterfront. One that smells of cats and kerosene, and whose walls are covered with dusty calendars from bygone eras. Or perhaps you find yourself … Continue reading
So grateful for the gathering of people who became a part of the magical and inspired launch of Nocturne Variations, and in the gracelighted eternal words of the Little Prince: “What is essential is invisible to the eye, it is … Continue reading
It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading
It’s tough to always be in love with a ghost. Also it’s easy. The living don’t stand a chance against ghosts. In loving ghosts there are no real complications, no real disappointments, no real anything. There’s lots of teething on … Continue reading
Except from No Man’s Brooklyn: I see her rising off the bathroom tiles, toes pointing downward. I know this is a dream but I also know this actually happened, once, a long time ago. Except then Anya … Continue reading
People have called it the glow, the click, the hum, and for every abnormal drinker, for every addict, you are willing trade in everything for what amounts to a rigged facsimile of eternity. It is the sort of false eternity … Continue reading
I understand that I am not only with my father and grandfather as family, but also as a writer. I am sketching them. The mechanical hand in my mind that never stops is charting and sketching and composing them. I … Continue reading
Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves as a couple, this … Continue reading
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn: I put on my headphones, turned on my music and hit shuffle. I eased into Nina Simone’s version of “I Shall Be Released.” I wondered about the state of Anya’s soul, and then thought … Continue reading
