in taxi cabs carrying strangers to distant places, in broken lines of beaten asphalt, in poles erected from concrete and signs of...

lye and pirozhki and cool slabs of stone pressing divots into the backs of bare thighs, one long night seeping into sticky dawn, 100...

Though the night is gone, Its dream still stirs. It brought me to an island Desolate and wild as A shifting cloud. I, neither the captain...