Author Archives: dsamarov

A house down my block burned up nearly a year ago. I remember they cut power to the entire block while getting it dowsed. I read Avner Landes’ WWII Soviet writer propaganda tour novel by candle-light waiting for the electricity to return. Riding home through the alley a couple weeks ago, I saw a bunchContinue reading “Let’s Get Lost (in the alley)”

I’ve been painting animals the last week or two. I don’t know any of them. Most are for the Faulkner book I’m illustrating so you could say they’re imaginary. But they’re real to me. At least for the time it takes the ink to dry. I never met Simone the cat but know she diedContinue reading “wildlife”

K and I ran into each other on a Friday outside the Music Box five weeks ago. We’d both gone to the matinee of Cronenberg’s The Shrouds. I’d clocked her before the movie, sitting a couple rows back from the front row, my customary spot. I didn’t say hello because I thought we weren’t talking.Continue reading “The Devil’s Crowbar”