i dreamt…

i dreamt of the russian civil war yesterday. enough to wake me right up a 9 am on the New Year’s Eve morning…
shades of gray and browns. no deaths. no horses. just the distant sound of mortar and endless roads filled with crowds of people with nothing to lose. burlap sacks. vacant eyes. resolute devastation. ports with ships too crowded to help anyone. gray water. a woman in an expensive dress trampled.
the grayness has been with me all day long. cannot fall sleep…

About Julie Deshtor

Julie Deshtor grew up in the Soviet Union during the turbulent 90's, and moved to the United States shortly after the Soviet Empire collapsed in 1991. A bilingual author, Julie writes both fiction and poetry, as well as translating poetry and lyrics. She brings her rich cultural and life experienced to her fiction, exploring the psychological struggles of her characters with compassion and insight, as they navigate the murky waters of the modern society. Julie currently resides in Utah, USA. Her interests include art, world literature, zoology, anthropology and urban subculture
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