Boyfriend and Zara and I have revisited the Forest of a Thousand Monsters. The beasties, cowed by Boyfriend’s Supreme Unshaven Manliness, did not attack. Zara trotted on, tail held high. I am, obviously, an idiot for thinking that anything was out there. Or maybe not. The forest down there is composed of mostly young saplings,Continue reading “Back on the trail”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
My acknowledgment page (if I ever get that far)
Will have to include, among many luminaries both distant and far, a certain Miss Snark. She puts the “death” in “deathless prose.” To paraphrase Bob Dylan: He who is not busy reading Miss Snark is busy being a lame-ass.
Hey, who the hell keeps searching for my name?
Fifteen hits for “Natalia Antonova” is strange even for someone who shares her name with a Russian actress.
Sometimes the world will smile
At the bisas, the kisas, the cats. Biseh = Arabic. Kisa = Russian (colloquial). Cat = Lovely.
I want them to make stuffed toys
Of this.
