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 first time it is a mistake”

Posted on November 19, 2021 by Julie Deshtor

Tribute – Rypa I’m bristling with hate again.I’m edging on destruction.With no one else to blame.My own folly my own actions. A wolf tried making friends with preyby going vegetarian,as if once you had changed your ways,they suddenly would let … Continue reading →

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You…

Posted on November 19, 2021 by Julie Deshtor

Like prison sentences, end to end,sixty millennia, all in all.Here’s what I cannot understand –how come I haven’t learned at all?How come I’m as defenseless nowas I had been in that first life?I ‘m buying words wholesale, althoughI know they’re … Continue reading →

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Hunger

Posted on April 6, 2021 by 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 →

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Denny – Original lyrics and song

Posted on August 3, 2018 by Julie Deshtor

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 →

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War Hawks

Posted on June 15, 2018 by Julie Deshtor

  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 →

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The Chronicles of a Collapse

Posted on November 17, 2017 by Julie Deshtor

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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Archetypes

Posted on November 7, 2017 by Julie Deshtor

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 →

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The fear had pecked a hole inside…

Posted on October 20, 2015 by Julie Deshtor

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

Posted on June 13, 2015 by Julie Deshtor

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

Posted on June 10, 2015 by Julie Deshtor

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 →

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