Author Archives: Julie Deshtor

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

The Chronicles of a Collapse

A physicist wi‎th a world name
He couldn’t figure ‎out the math.
The university had not paid scientist salaries for months.
Of the research assistants that he had
three left, one wound up dead.
There are riots on the streets each day. There are four hour lines for bread.
Equations blooming in his mind
are so precise and so right,
but he cannot afford to pay his bills. His wife cries every night. Continue reading

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Calling all my monsters

I am calling upon all my monsters and beasts out there, On the creatures that lurk, and the glittering eyes in the dark; There are few of us left, soon we will disappear forever. Well, at least we have lived … Continue reading

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The Poplar Waltz

                                    Dedicated to Denny I never gave up loving you, I buried you inside. I close my eyes and see the ‎poplar trees … Continue reading

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The fear had pecked a hole inside…

The fear had pecked a hole inside With its long pointed beak. My fists went limp – I couldn’t fight. My mouth wouldn’t speak. ‎ I saw a threat beneath each tree, Behind each closed door. I chained my will … Continue reading

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Lot’s Wife

I have been turned into a pillar of salt. The sky is coming down. It’s raining ambers. All around Are falling shards of our shattered world. Our city, our city burns. Our palisades succumb to hungry fires. Bodies light up … Continue reading

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‎Я мечусь, как зверь за решеткой

‎Я мечусь, как зверь за решеткой, ‎бьюсь об прутья, пугая толпу. Ярость жидким металлом в глотке:  “Отпустите, я так не могу!” ‎Этот век, этот мир – все чужое. Всe равно я порву эту цепь,  легендарной свистящей стрелою  устремлюсь я в … Continue reading

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Tree

My leaves are green, although my trunk has splintered, And my old bark is blackened and decayed. I live alone, surrounded by buildings. I just stand here in the wind, and sway. The sky is not as blue as I … Continue reading

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