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Zarina Zabrisky's Writings

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Poem
Feb.27.2014
Luciferous
Mother lobotomized Mother blindfolded Gagged Mother sick Mother Name stained Soiled Shamed Mother Russia Hey!!! Wake up!!!   How long will you stay on all fours the centuries passing you by, Mausoleum mummies and Ghosts of Communism having their way with you? "civilization," "reflection," "humanity" nothing but soap bubbles in your medieval bear thick...
Poem
Oct.15.2013
ditch, the poetry that matters
AN ARCHAIC LANGUAGE   last night in the blackness of dream soil i uncovered an archaic language --slavic or semitic-- dead now, used only for rituals and sermons roots sprouted tails and wings words were nouns and verbs and adjectives all at once they clustered turnip, beet-like midnight spider-bat-carrots with orange and yellow antenna knots hair ends split...
Short Story
Aug.26.2013
Stymie Journal of Sport and Literature
“The Giants won!” The three boys settled in the car, pushing each other. Their lunchboxes smelled of stale bagels and something sweet and musky, maybe all the Halloween candies they had already unwrapped and licked looking for that special one they’d love the best. I rolled the window down and stuck out my hand to feel the drizzle on my palm. Read on at http://...
Short Story
Aug.25.2013
PoV, Issue 7, "Hate"
"She danced on the bus stop.  She was a dancer, she danced everywhere she went but I didn't know it yet."
Short Story
May.22.2013
Doorknobs and BodyPaint, Issue 70
THE TWILIGHT OF FREEDOM Every morning I dream of running away but I'm seventeen and I have no place to run to.  And, in the Soviet Union you go to prison if you don't work. In the hallway I pass the Wall of Shame. The photos look like mug shots.  Three alcoholics, five men who didn't pay child support, and me.  My boss calls me...
Short Story
May.12.2013
Liars' League HK
I need help. I suffer horribly. I torture my family, I’m desperate. I’m dying although I’m perfectly healthy. I never have colds, and my dentist cries like a baby when he sees my flawless teeth. I have the resting heart rate of Martina Navratilova and my abdominals were featured on the cover of Shape magazine. I do a hundred squats and sixty dead...
Short Story
Mar.29.2013
Fiction365
When I was ten I lived in Odessa and dreamed of sailing to Africa, Australia or Argentina. I loved all far away places that started with A.  My name started with A, too–Alla–but I didn’t like my name. I kept altering it.  Angelina.  Angela.  Ariel. Yes, I was Ariel, a famous singer.  I sang my songs to my only audience, Grandma Enta...
Short Story
Mar.29.2013
Samizdat Literary Journal
Please forgive my mistakes; English is my second language. I need help, Doctor. I have a problem with garbage. I’m afraid of garbage. I see garbage everywhere. What? When was I first scared of garbage? I think it started when I was twenty. I lived in Siberia with a real jerk. That jerk was an aspiring philosopher. He dreamed about the Nobel Prize as he...
Short Story
Mar.07.2013
Samizdat Literary Journal
The train was bulleting forward, through the darkness and the vast snows, away from smoking ruins, midnight sirens and the smell of charred human flesh. The shoebox compartment I shared with my colicky baby and two strangers rattled and shook. Lola screamed. Ivan and Victor—Chechen war veterans—drank vodka. I hadn’t slept for five months. “You need sleep,”...
Poem
Dec.30.2012
Bone Orchard Poetry
Emptiness the size of the world Is bigger, blacker than death.   Scars instead of the wings. Wings withered, Wings wilted.   Darker than even death Is impossibility to love. One is always alone.   Death is only a transit train: Hell to hell. Dying will not be hard, Hell is always hell.   Illusions are the worst.   "Never" has a soothing...