An American Saga Set in Kyiv
A story that can only lead to a second part, should it dare to do so “There hasn’t been a day without rain this month,” The Hunched Cornish frets as…
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Wolf is a wolf to man When his eyes open, he stares at the mantelpiece, but does not immediately comprehend Josh Davies’s head is missing. He slowly surveys the wreckage…
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An unfortunate modern-day allegory of Steve Kowalski ‘The same blood spatters the fleeting strange’, Steve Kowalski writes. He won’t yet give up the worthless adolescence of his poetizing, like some…
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An unfortunate modern-day allegory of Steve Kowalski, continued In the poem he is writing, insists on writing despite my strong warnings, censure and friendly advice, to which he has given…
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An unfortunate modern-day allegory of Steve Kowalski, continued continued Steve Kowalski, disguised as the narrator in his own poem, stands in a long-established middle-class neighborhood, U.S.A., his emaciated figure, once…
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