Johnson - Cold War
Cold War
by Nina Johnson
In memory of Nina Kulagina

At 14, Nina rose against the Nazis, operated the radio in a Russian tank.
900 days of bitter cold, bombs, becoming senior sergeant,
when artillery fire scarred, discharged her home.

Stalin banned women from marching in the Moscow Victory Day Parade.
So Nina got married, birthed a son, lived under radar
until nuclear threat shot her nerves, broke her down.

Nina sat sewing, feeling thread colors with her fingers, rousing
Russian scientists in search of paranormal human powers.
They insisted she could see the inside of their pockets,

move a matchbox, wine glass, needles with her hands hovering.
When she broke an egg in half, stopped the beating heart
of a frog without a touch, Americans feared

Russia’s new secret weapon. Doubters refuted, claimed magnets,
string, breathy tricks. And when I watch the videos
of her telekinetics, her mind over matter,

I can’t help but notice how like mine her face becomes.
Round, average and spent, arms waving with robotic
effort to move things, to break an egg, to stop a heart.

PHOTOGRAPH: (left) Nina Kulagina (right) Author doing her best Kulagina.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Nina Kulagina did, indeed, begin her service in the Red Army at the age of 14 during WWII. After her near-fatal injuries, I can only imagine how insulting it was when Stalin banned all female military from participation in the Moscow Victory Day Parade. At 38, after years as a mother and housewife, she suffered a nervous breakdown triggered by PTSD. While recovering in the hospital, military scientists noticed her uncanny ability to choose the correct color thread from her sewing basket without looking at it. They began to study her in earnest, seeking a new psychic weapon for their Cold War with the United States. Many videos of her demonstrations are available online. Russian scientists insisted she possessed the power of telekinesis and they continued to study her until her heart gave out at age 63.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Nina Johnson is a writer based in the Indianapolis, Indiana, area. Her poetry has appeared in Silver Birch Press, the Lament for the Dead project, and The Lighter. Her short story “Headstones on Hidden Hill” will appear in the Ghosts anthology by Main Street Rag Publishing. She was most recently an Education Reporter for a local publication. Her husband and three daughters are patiently waiting for her to finish editing her first novel. You can follow her progress on Facebook.