Wednesday, July 16, 2008
A Hard Book to Read
Ghost lines dogged his face. They moved, quietly, when he was worried or frightened. They had hidden written meanings and sometimes they read different things. One day it was, "I hate this," and the next day, "I'm leaving," and later that night, "But where would I go?"
Friday, July 4, 2008
This Site is SO Over
Have moved to wordpress. Blogger, you treated me well, but my command of css is not adequate enough to make this layout alright. So, onward to
www.katebarbaria.wordpress.com !
www.katebarbaria.wordpress.com !
Home on the Range
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Close Enough to a True Story
I was a woman, earlier today. I am an android, now, in hot pants and drying white paint. The transformation, it was quite complete; I will go mechanically (so to speak) through the motions. When the sun rises at four-thirty AM, I will just be Susan, the girl-human, again
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
C'est Magnifique
Danny loves Mme. Barrett.
It was carved into the high school wall in shaky latch-key kid scrawl. I wondered, as it sweltered that evening, what were the supposed charms of Mme. Barrett? I wondered if she, too, nursed a deep and illicit longing for Danny-- and if, perhaps, he passed her class.
It was carved into the high school wall in shaky latch-key kid scrawl. I wondered, as it sweltered that evening, what were the supposed charms of Mme. Barrett? I wondered if she, too, nursed a deep and illicit longing for Danny-- and if, perhaps, he passed her class.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Also, You Had a Car
I've been wondering where you are since you left this town. If you're wondering where I am, I'm just at the local bar. Bring me another! Bring me two more! The only place I want to be is on the floor, and the only thing I want to hold is in the bathroom stall. And I'm definitely not answering your calls.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Roasts are Good Left-Overs
"Why bother with the niceties?"
"You're right. We should cut off the candle light and the nice dinner I had planned. The roast is already in the oven, but..."
"You could kiss me now."
"I thought you wanted to edit out the extras."
"Oh, right. Well, we could skip to the --"
"Why don't I just put on a movie?"
"I'll bring the coffee in."
They settled onto the couch, each glad the other wanted so little. Just a warm body and a sub-par film.
"You're right. We should cut off the candle light and the nice dinner I had planned. The roast is already in the oven, but..."
"You could kiss me now."
"I thought you wanted to edit out the extras."
"Oh, right. Well, we could skip to the --"
"Why don't I just put on a movie?"
"I'll bring the coffee in."
They settled onto the couch, each glad the other wanted so little. Just a warm body and a sub-par film.
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