I’m not really sure what to say about the year 2016. “At least we didn’t all die in a nuclear blast” is one good thing I could mention, I guess. On a personal level, it was a year of disappointments and setbacks, fears and frustrations, but also the year in which I sat in aContinue reading “Writing round-up, 2016: Six non-horrible things that happened this year”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
November, depression, and the illusion of another world
“This is so depressing.” It’s a common expression. I don’t begrudge it to people and frequently use it myself. I don’t like the self-righteous condemnation some people will heap on you if you use “depressing” or “depression” as throw-away words in casual conversation. If you get horribly offended by that, you may need to get over yourself. LanguageContinue reading “November, depression, and the illusion of another world”
NEW: poetry and essays archive
Dear friends, subscribers, and people who take offense at my Guns n’ Roses references, I wanted to point out that the new poetry and essays archive is now available on this site. It doesn’t contain all of my poetry and essays. Just the stuff that I like most. Yeah, yeah, it’s presumptuous to self-publish poetry.Continue reading “NEW: poetry and essays archive”
Love thy neighbor: in Trump’s America, some of your neighbors need it more than ever
I’m going to share with you guys two stories sent in to me since the election. Two events that occurred in a country that has elected Donald J. Trump. The first is from a Nepalese American woman who lives in the Midwest. Let’s call her Kyrah. It’s necessary for her to keep her identity hidden. HerContinue reading “Love thy neighbor: in Trump’s America, some of your neighbors need it more than ever”
Used To Love Him
Used to love him, had to kill him Didn’t drive the stake in deep His pale fist has just cracked the plywood Help. The worm wakes in the tinder, taxes are due on Friday Horses and children need new shoes this season It’s an inconvenient time for dying Though what time isn’t.