The August Preoccupations – Catherine Barnett

So this morning I made a list of obsessions and you were on it. And waiting, and forgiveness, and five-dollar bills, and despots, telescopes, anonymity, beauty, silent comedy, and waiting. I could forswear all these things and just crawl back into the bed you and I once slept in. What would happen then? Play any … Continue reading The August Preoccupations – Catherine Barnett


saturday morning in ordinary time

Michelle opens the front door of Red Maple ("CASH ONLY: NO CARDS") and I step inside. Bright everywhere. Our mid-sixties server ties her hair with one hand and takes our order with the other. In the booth across from ours, old men with leather jackets and plain white socks scratch off lottery tickets with sausage … Continue reading saturday morning in ordinary time