beneath sultry moonlight she would dance, her bare feet floating across a bare cement ... CONTINUED

observed in reverse, the epitome of loneliness ~ her bare breasts pressed up against plate ... CONTINUED

Somewhere beneath thick morning mist and sailing calm blue waters on Shelekhivske lake you can ... CONTINUED

from the train it's all backyards of ramshackle houses edged in rusted chain-link fencing or ... CONTINUED

she sang to me (and to more than only me), her voice hitting notes reserved for gods (or in ... CONTINUED

I remember her sitting cross-legged in a white low-cut cotton dress speckled with tiny ... CONTINUED

i catch the clock on the wall mocking me with each incessant tickety-tock as its second ... CONTINUED