Day: March 21, 2020

• glory days

  The noise, I hate the noise in subway trains, I hate the squealing of rusty brakes on rusty tracks. Since glasnost, there are no workers to grease the tracks. I hate the noise of youth, no longer in the groups of my youth, now tribes determined by drug use, music preferences and orientation, not forgetting…

  Susan Gallagher

  21 Mar 2020

  Story – fiction

  communism, death camps, glasnost, Soviet Union