Because if the end is bitter, why not say fuck all and get it over with?
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
Georges Rousse in Durham
We almost missed it. The last day of the exhibition was yesterday. We had a late start, and the lines were long, but we were still able to see two of the projects. Standing in line at the battered old Liberty Warehouse was an experience in itself. My hat/scarf/ponytail holder goes off in recognition toContinue reading “Georges Rousse in Durham”
Monday Night Poetry Club
The original Ukrainian version of this poem was read at Yaroslava’s wake. It’s a bit nationalistic, but it translates beautifully. Testament (Ukrainian: Zapovit) When I am dead, bury me In my beloved Ukraine, My tomb upon a grave mound high Amid the spreading plain, So that the fields, the boundless steppes, The Dnieper’s plunging shoreContinue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club”
My name is Natalia,
In the eyes of the law, I am a grown-up. I can vote, drink copious amounts of alcohol, and star in a pornographic feature if I so choose. I have a job, a budget, a car, a dog, a boyfriend, and number of suit jackets with pants to match. I also have a crush onContinue reading “My name is Natalia,”
Anniversary
A year ago today, my cousin, Yaroslava Tarasovna Mel’nik, was killed in a car crash outside of Kiev. I called her parents yesterday. My fingers remember the number in that peculiar way that memory often associates itself with physical stimuli. I caught myself expecting her to pick up the phone. I remembered a summer dayContinue reading “Anniversary”
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