And stuff your fat face cheap with hearty good fast Ukrainian eats Not just your average shitty Cornish food review (of absolutely no value to the story) Being only my…

A corner of the otherwise dark bar is illuminated and serves as a sort of makeshift stage with a microphone and stand Sweaty Tank Top is standing under the light…

A review spliced from meaningless notes, scraps of faded memory Inside New-York Bagel, after The Dancing Girl and Manny Face left, my Second Self suddenly stood over me and from…

But, predictably, is freaked out by transmogrified images WL: Nyug – I think I’ll just sit here in the comfort of my own work-study-writing den and watch myself on YouTube…

Jeb Dickeys is trying to say how he’s been a writer and publisher for a long time but everyone just calls him a fucking old man and tells him to…

The Ferret, wearing a peaked Tyrolean hat replete with feather sticking out of the band, tight green britches, flannel suspenders, a little vest and dark sunglasses, is sitting late night…

The Journal of Manny Face, Installment 2 So this is how I saw Fellini’s “La Dolce Vita” last week at the Kyiv Cinema, off of Lva Tolstogo Square. I’m an…

A heavy metal door bangs open into the night. Fast footsteps slap the pavement in escape… Splashing through a puddle, scaring a stray cat, he keeps running, if not fast,…

Movie review, continued from Installment 2 In the 1960 “La Dolce Vita,” Rome, a generation after the most horrific war in human history, is a timeless hedonistic Arcadia and we…

Or, how a photo turns dream into nightmare (but that’s in Part 2) A photographer flits from table to table at a high-profile Valentine’s Day dinner event in Kyiv. Look…