Carine Topal – What Are You Looking At?
What are You Looking At? You are looking at a beating heart. Red Square, the front yard of rulers, named for its loveliness. You are looking at a plaza of lock-stepping uniforms and a few demonstrators. And tourists. Above them, the minarets of St. Basil’s, its onion domes disquieted by a huddle of limping babushkas […]
Carine Topal – Belye Nochi
Belye Nochi Streets glazed with brine, the reek of a dead wren, and cabbage. Midnight pearls down the narrow channels of Leningrad. It is August. Moonless white nights skulk along the walk to December Street. Further down, the boulevard and the bread-stand. Our bodies are fugitive regrets: true morning will come with its rusted sun […]
