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Author Archives: Julie Deshtor
Your hunger is a beacon in the dark, a mirror image of my own spark. I close my eyes and I can hear your call. If this is hell, then, god, please let me fall! Rip off my dress, my … Continue reading
Dedicated to Denny Somewhere in a distant land by a vacant sea,Stands the wreckage of the building where you’ve danced with me… I never gave up loving you, I buried you inside.I close my eyes and see the poplar trees … Continue reading
I’m so tired of human wars, Never-ending holocaust; All the futures that are lost In a single blinding flash. Missiles raining from the sky. Buildings crumble, people die. Nobody questions why. Corporations count the cash. Local conflicts over oil. … Continue reading
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
I am calling upon all my monsters and beasts out there, on the glimmering eyes and the silent footsteps in the dark; There are few of us left, soon we will disappear forever. Well, at least we have lived to … Continue reading
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
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
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, и монгольской свистящей стрелою … Continue reading
My leaves are green, although my trunk is 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