Suddenly looking troubled, and perplexed, Dickerson darts his worried eyes over and down at the big, bucket-like drawer of his standard-issue detective’s desk. Say, Dirk – there aren’t, by any…

‘Just take a look at the sheer presumption of this fucking prick, John Smith, as he filed a wintertime story in late January of 2018, and had the gumption to…

As the great French literary critic Roland Barthes sort of wrote: The author performs a function, the writer, an activity. The author is more like a priest; the writer, more…

Dear goys and churls: You demanded context. Your aggression and bullying toward us were unwarranted and gratuitous. As a result, you’ve provoked the genie out of the bottle; you’ve created…

Wherein we learn that the Zapruder Film takes no rest, but only gets better with time… or something like that… To Dirk Dickerson’s great relief, Jack Step does not run…

And when we say “demand”, we mean DEMAND… Standing stooped over his standard-issue detective’s desk, a crazy Dirk Dickerson flips back and forth through the pages of his handsome, cowhide-bound…

We, here, of the Kyiv Unedited Secret Editorial Board, are pleased to run this letter we just received from the Antisemitic Hunters Concern under The Jewish Lobster Fund, as a…

FLASHBACK: to sometime earlier, perhaps the very same day (continued directly from Part 2 of this same narrative, Kyiv Commix, Vol. 4, No. 41), in the Podil District offices of…