Prose & Poetry

Yuri Chekalin08.11.2026

Part I. The rain went on all week It didn’t come down in sheets. It hung in the air, blurring the signs and turning people into ghosts. I went to work and explained to managers the difference between the Present Perfect and the Past Simple. One describes something that’s over but still matters. The other […]

Yuri Chekalin07.11.2026

“Flowers fade, and who can remain in this world forever? Today we cross the mountains of existence and will no longer be intoxicated by empty dreams.” — Iroha-uta (Heian period) The train was twenty minutes late. In Tokyo, that’s an event. The announcer apologized twice—once in Japanese, once in English—after which everyone on the platform […]

Yuri Chekalin31.10.2026

Morita-san first appeared near Yoyogi Park in late April. He wore yellow pants, a green jacket, enormous red shoes, and a round nose that, for some reason, kept falling off. Apparently, the nose was the only part of his costume with a mind of its own. Morita would try to put it back on. The […]

Yuri Chekalin24.10.2026

Time moved differently here than in Shinjuku, where it raced along on roller skates, or in quiet Nakano, which always seemed to have been pressed flat with an iron. Ikebukuro was like the worn pocket of a fall coat, where you might find someone else’s fifty-yen coin, a movie ticket from five days ago, and […]

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The Last Stop. Part II

The Last Stop. Part I

The Clown at Meiji Shrine

The Narrow Door

Who Will Decide the Future of Europe

Judge Pauses Most Discovery in Kash Patel Defamation Lawsuit

The Media Misses the Global Shift

Dostoevsky’s Paradoxes of Goodness