Temporary

Poetry

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Moldova!

This trip’s temporary
(Do I mean temporal?)
Stargazing for home
I’ve nigh started but then
Have also gotten ahead
Seeing the end ‘fore the finish:
Her yellow-bright sides
Heaving up to gold curves;
The oracular groans
Of many-chattering chords,
Woven and twined
Rising too to her heights
With no aid of device
Osculation for Pantocrator, Lord.

I ride in, cresting hills
On sunflower road
Gripping bumps and bruises:
Limbs, hopes, logic on edge
Tracking the steps
Of the intransigent giant
Leaping swathes over mounds in the distance.
A god halfway! Bleeding life
Only rising with wind
Only resting at the whims of this master.
I blink, then it’s there
No giant, no creature
But steel carapace in verdure
What looks like it walks stands still, but faster –

Still moving!
Transmitting the blood
That keeps it all flowing:
And high concrete brethren
Connected afar
Stuck up ‘cross long lands
Suck more sparkling thrums
From state conduit to capitol
And into her iconic heart
As I bump on in one flight
One of the many, the everyday
That soar right alongside –
Oh! what’s that, then? The end?
Two black horses alight…

Comrat!

On Air: Students from Comrat’s Journalism Club “Wow”

Stories and Culture, Youth Activities

This is everything you could want to know – and more! – about Comrat’s first Journalism Mentoring Program. Read on for a narrative, project examples, reports on trips to Moldovan media stations and many photographs of the Club’s 7 months of events.

Grandmother’s Garden

Stories and Culture

Of those who live in Moldovan villages, nearly every family keeps a garden. It is also true for homeowners in towns and cities. My host mother’s garden goes beyond sustenance, though: it is a place of gathering and quiet thought for those who pass through. 

Comrat Wine Day 2017: A Photo Gallery

Stories and Culture

On Sunday November 5, 2017, the Comrat municipality hosted Gagauzia’s largest Wine Day to date. While last year was a square affair, this year’s festival stretched past the town’s center and onto the newly-paved Pobeda Street just south of the town’s old bazaar.

The festivities included samplings of wine produced in Gagauzia and other regions of Moldova, a craft fair, dancers celebrating outside of stalls constructed to look like traditional Gagauz homes, a concert, a few pig roasts and a “food court.”

The Gagauz Artist Fate Made

Stories and Culture

Saturday Morning Lunch

I was sitting on concrete with lunch and a black cat when a man sauntered up to our front door. He called my host mother’s name, and I leaned out of the shadow of the summer house to summon his attention: “Anna Nikolaevna’s not home right now.”

The first thing that struck me was his smile, replete with silver grills. The second thing was his warmth.