eating caviar with my fingers

a Russian not in the news

Pushkin at table

male friendship

only when he had a sexually transmitted disease

the flagging cause

the color of corn flakes

Irena broke into a poem

eight time zones from Petersburg

treading on toes

his one hundredth-fifteenth love

slush and mud in April

roads and idiots

the butterscotch light of later summer evening


chestnut and willow

black beetles by the bushel

six fits a week

his sponging stepson