An American Saga Set in Kyiv
VOLUME 2 of THE KYIV COMMIX
VOLUME 2 of THE KYIV COMMIX
CONTENTS
FRAMES 133 – 244: Aug. 2013 – March 2015
VOLUME 2
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“So what happened, Dirk? I really want to know.” “I got hit over the head in my underwear.” “You got hit or hit someone else? There is of course the…
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The man is on the first leg of his journey home; he remembers a trip to a diner earlier that day “Well, I’m not in Kansas anymore,” the passenger thinks…
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At the diner – the girl takes off her father’s old oversized hooded college sweatshirt Illegally twice as long as the average Kyiv Commix should be The cockpit announces they…
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The elephants trumpet, the tiger burns bright, the snake sidles up with a smile then a bite. The pavement is damp and numb under his back. It’s been raining in…
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“And now, ladies and journalists, with no further ado, unnecessary adornment of other people’s resumes or the unavoidable ass kissing that invariably accompanies such events, it gives me indescribable pleasure…
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The missed flight to London’s Heathrow and the many adventures that befall the as-yet-unidentified Belfast man from Kyiv, both before and after Yet another illegal piece The Kansas relative, the…
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Note to Readers: Just Do It Yourself!!! You Build the Story!!! Experience Firsthand the Awesome Power and Control of Being a Writer!!! First, do stream-of-consciousness writing and then follow these…
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The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley (an’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, for promis’d joy!) 1. Now, on board the Delta plane and flying…
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Who’s Rob Bobin? “I don’t know.” “Neither do I, but I hear he took Bret Boner’s award.” “The Mississippi Medal for Meritorious Media?” “The very same, I’m told.” “Was The…
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“Hey Smith, wanna see me pull a rabbit out of my hat?” “Sure.” “Let’s go to the Fried Sun.” “That would be in Podil,” smiles the detective. The Guinea takes…
