Vox Populi

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Marco North: The Stairs

Downstairs, there is a pile of kopeks next to the garbage bins. A ruble is far less than a penny, and there are one hundred kopeks to every ruble…. The kopeks are not there to be thrown away. They are for someone who actually needs them. Three hundred of them would buy a potato or two.

October 20, 2019 · Leave a comment

Marco North: Landyshi (their ocean)

At night, the trees bend hard. The crows are awake, chattering their secret language in the darkness.

August 9, 2019 · Leave a comment

Marco North: The Street of Flowers

Two weeks ago, I spied those splotches of blood against the white concrete, the roses scattered across the sidewalk. I imagined it was a fist fight or a knifing at … Continue reading

January 16, 2019 · Leave a comment

Marco North: Moscow 2018 — The Migrant

I load the tiny Leica at the kitchen table, the CL that almost fits in my palm. There are piles of broken asphalt downstairs and the remnants of a flash … Continue reading

December 5, 2018 · Leave a comment

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