We walk down the rolling swell of sidewalk toward the Pacific. Ahead of us a respective 6 feet, a pair of surfers stroll barefoot, surfboards tucked under arms, towels slung around necks.
Behind us and across the street, more of … Read More
writer valerie heidt
The RED Eye Series: Russia VI
It was the doorway to everything and nothing I'd expected. There was no decor save the bodies snaked with tattoos and little more strewn about on minimal furniture in various poses only the drunk and drugged can manage.
The RED Eye Series: Russia
The Cold War was over, the Wall had been down less than a decade and I was winging my way to the Russian Far East on an ice bucket. That's when the curtain pulled back and a shadow fell across the page.
