A touching moment with intimations of desire It’s a chilly early spring morning and the sun is just rubbing its eyes open over the horizon. Just broken out of their…

Producer: (from off set) Five, four, three, two, one… You’re on, Kate! Kate Mustard: Good evening, everyone, this is Kate Mustard with another edition of “Meet the Bitch,” Kyiv’s first…

Part 2 The Ferret and Welsh Losser are locked in intimate embrace behind a wild garbage-glutted copse on Trukhaniv Island as their big fish fries blithely on The Ferret’s secret…

At the same McDonald’s on the outskirts of Kyiv – near that very same waste bin from where the cheese-smeared wax paper that once covered a hamburger, which has been…

A briefing, with The Dancing Girl in tow, in lieu of a job not done by T.H. Cornish I had the tickets for me and The Dancing Girl for the…

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…