Then goes on winter vacation It is a chilly, chilly morning of what will turn out to be a sunny and warm Indian summer day in Kyiv – just one,…

It is one of those day’s you’ve heard about. Mid-fall chill penetrated by warmth – the kind that runs a wave of shivers through you when you stretch in the…

They talk about left-bank bars and where (they think) it all started What’s the name of the place we’re in now, Jack? Paradise. Oh yeah, that’s right. What a great…

Step is still there, listening and making some replies, but then everything just sort of stops I hate that whole Genesis reference thing, that’s what, Step. Why, Dickerson, what about…

“Now what’s he gonna do… start breaking up the furniture?” Step is sitting open-legged on a plain wooden chair. His jaw, long and sallow, is propped up by a half-clenched…

“Give it up, Dirk!” Dickerson stops in his tracks, shoots a glance at the scene below and then takes a running jump for the opposite roof. “Get a man up…

We of the Kyiv Unedited Secret Editorial Board just don’t get it. First the first piece of a purported Volume 3 of The Commix – What’s it doing there, how…

“Io Saturnalia!” The Half Guinea steps off a short stone porch in Naberezhna Podil, his face an olive yellow, his eyes large, dark and tired. His trousers are corduroy green,…

“Cut out that racket!” Dickerson clutches his temples with the heels of his hands. He’s all but naked but for powder-blue boxer shorts and black knit socks. The top leaf…

The Dnieper isn’t frozen; it’s dark and rippled and cold to the eye. Huge sheets of ice lumber just below the surface, a broken winter landscape succumbed to a river’s…