Kalina Isoline
Bio
New York
writer/designer
Stories (8/0)
If You See Eva
April 18, 1912 - New York, NY As Margaret aged, she secretly suspected that her life had a purpose larger than working front desk reception at The American Seaman’s Friends Society Sailor’s Home, but the feeling came and went. Now nearing 30 and unmarried, she spent less of her time improving the social and moral welfare of seamen received through Manhattan’s West Side Piers, and more time thinking about herself.
By Kalina Isolineabout a month ago in Fiction
Everything I Know About Telling a Good Story
This is a love story that is not about love. First love is wonderful, then it is hard, then it is devastating and finally it is over. That’s all you need to know about love. It’s how every love story starts and ends. But now, after being alive for 26 years, now that I have finally absolved myself of the delusion that everything happening to me is happening for the first time in the universe too, I cannot will myself to write a story about love.
By Kalina Isoline5 months ago in Fiction
The Tulips Should Have Died by Now
The first time I fell off a horse, I almost landed on my feet. Her name was Marigold and I can't remember if she was old or young at the time, but I know that she was very much one of those things, and that I was 10 years old.
By Kalina Isoline10 months ago in Fiction
The Place We are From
I was a quiet and agreeable child, who has grown into a woman just the same. I imagine it’s blue in the place I came from, as though it were 5:45PM all the time. A country where everyone had a sharp face, into which their eyes sunk deep. Where it was illegal to play Bruce Springsteen records, and blonde hair could save your life. A place frozen not just in time, but inside stories too.
By Kalina Isoline11 months ago in Families
What Becomes of Pieces
I started cutting up sweatshirts for more than one reason but a big one was that I was laying on the floor a lot. I drank so much grapefruit juice that I passed out on an eastbound Long Island Rail Road train and afterwards a bystander said he thought I had died. I had no idea there was a limit to the amount of grapefruit a person can drink, and wouldn’t learn about the adverse effects of mixing Adderall and acidic juices until later that day after minutes of WebMD research.
By Kalina Isoline11 months ago in Styled
Party Lines
In the elevator of a newly developed co-op in New York with too many chandeliers in the lobby, I’m eating a couple Twizzlers and blinking nervously when a vaguely Mediterranean, vaguely not guy in his mid twenties pries the elevator doors open milliseconds before their closing. In his approach, he hasn’t sped up to even a walk-jog. When he’s finally inside, he doesn’t apologize, instead hits the PH button repeatedly even though it’s already lit.
By Kalina Isoline11 months ago in Humans
