“Russian squirrel pack ‘kills dog.’” You thought that what you seriously had to worry about was bad vodka, the FSB, and the FSB drunk on bad vodka. You thought that polonium was a truly ingenious secret weapon. You thought that the worst aspect of the Russian environment was the bitter fucking cold. Oh how wrongContinue reading “This is a True Story”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
Suicide Queen
College tuition makes Jill want to cry, but I have been forced to think about a more drastic response. And although I am not particularly religious, I think I understand now why despair is considered to be a terrible sin. Would it be OK to say that life after college, so far, has not broughtContinue reading “Suicide Queen”
Tickled All Colours of the Rainbow
Someone likes me. Today, I planned to write about what a travesty it is that none of my family members/friends/co-workers are even remotely considering giving me a naked (and perhaps caramel-covered) Orlando Bloom for Christmas, but I have now realized that there are gifts out there that far outstrip (har har) celebrity flesh. Thank you.Continue reading “Tickled All Colours of the Rainbow”
Monday Night Poetry Strip-Club
“This is the fear, this is the dread, these are the contents of my head.” ~ Annie Lennox I’ve heard a person ones compare publishing poetry to stripping – since both are so bloody revealing, and it’s easier to make a fool of yourself than you’d think (no doubt our friends the Norwegians would agreeContinue reading “Monday Night Poetry Strip-Club”
Blame the Weather
Chelsea hangs on, but Sheva falls apart. It’s raining in my favourite London neighbourhood, and I feel as though there are many years of toil ahead of me – until I can walk back from the game in my wellingtons and say, “I’m home.” Sundays and football always make me want to be home –Continue reading “Blame the Weather”
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