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Kristin Dimitrova Photo: calliope Theodor Bogdanov was powdering his face. “Sometimes I think he is following me. No, I’m sure he follows me. Hiding in the doorway of the house across the street, waiting for me to come out. Then, as I’m trying to figure out whether the drizzle is worth an umbrella, and I’m […]

Kristin Dimitrova Photo: arcticpuppy It was love at first sight. Stooping, he entered the shop and threw a quick glance around, just in case. His coat collar was turned up and his hat was pulled over his eyes. As it closed, the door hit the little bell above and he flinched. For a moment I […]

Kristin Dimitrova Снимка: binaryape The small park was huddled behind an administrative building with forbidding windows and several blocks of flats built in different times. Squeezed among them, a yellow house still defended its privacy behind a high brick wall. It looked like an aged David puzzled which Goliath to strike first. Unremoved Christmas decorations, […]

Kristin Dimitrova Photo: crsan During the concert, between Iron Men and Bark at the Moon the music kicked out at faces of screaming kids, rock veterans with thinning muscles bashed their gray ponytails, teenage girls

Kristin Dimitrova Photo: benandbarnet Like an ant that hauls a crumb but has forgotten where the ant-hill is, she stares at details, then cleans the sink very carefully. These things that happen in films, who invents them?

Kristin Dimitrova Photo: In a N.Y. State Of Mind To my grandmother and yours ‘My grandmother and I got on with each other without meaning to. I didn’t mean to say that.’ ‘I remember how she kneaded and kneaded with her arthritic hands while I hung around asking her to give me a little piece […]

Kristin Dimitrova Photo: fdecomite from My Life in Squares (forthcoming from Smokestack Books, 2010) We were playing cards with God when he trumped my king with a two. ‘But God, according to the rules you cannot do this’ I brandished my fan of cards. ‘Then think up of some explanation’ he said. And dealt again.