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Crooked Tales: September 2013
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Art, Writing, Opinion. Monday, September 16, 2013. I stifle a chuckle. I wonder. I wash the laundry. I cook the meals. I bring you a beer. I wrangle the children. I listen to the monotony of your choosing. What is it to be today? How hot Lindsay Lohan is? How long it took you to beat Final Fantasy? How I disappointed you today? How you expected better of me? Do I agree to watch you blissfully live your life while I decay in milliseconds? Ok Sure. Lets do that. The bride seems to realize that the preacher...
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Crooked Tales: July 2011
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Art, Writing, Opinion. Friday, July 22, 2011. A bird on fire streaks through desolate clouds that hang like sagging tits from a black-purple sky. Roll the joint between your fingers, man. Feel it? That’s some good shit now. Push the shaggy edges of limp brown hair behind my ears and take a hit. Puff, puff, pass. The flaming bird screams now—shrieks into the midnight moon. I rise to greet the Sirens’ call. The bird explodes into a million ashes in the shadow sky. Did you hear what I said, Son? He watched ...
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Crooked Tales: March 2011
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Art, Writing, Opinion. Wednesday, March 30, 2011. I liked the way his lips curled softly at the corners of his mouth. It made me thirsty for a drink from those lush lips. But I'd never tell him that. I slid the whip over the palm of my hand then gently slid it over his shoulder before slapping him sharply with it. He shivered and drew in steadying breath. I pulled him upright. "There, there Sweetheart. I would never hurt you. Would I? Friday, March 4, 2011. The Big Bad Wolf Likes Flowers. No Really he do...
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Crooked Tales: Abyss
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Art, Writing, Opinion. Wednesday, December 12, 2012. Words once written live. Broken text that echo. Old friends who've said goodbye. I know you so well. Yet you're stranger than strange to me. A force I'll never know. A face I'll never forget. A voice that haunts my soul. It all drifts away. Emotion too fleeting to capture. I'll never write the way I wrote for you. Never feel the way I felt. So intense, so pure. And the truth of it. January 1, 2013 at 5:41 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Crooked Tales: Write
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Art, Writing, Opinion. Sunday, August 2, 2015. It’s been so long since I’ve been here. The white screen beckons. 8220; Add text to me,”. Write Write. Write. It’s in me now. The old familiar fire. The need to love. To write, to live. It’s the only happiness I’ve ever known. I let it be squandered. I let it drift. Said it was too painful. That I could only write for you. Said, thought, bled so many things. But this is mine. The words, the heart that beats. Mine to give, to take away. Sins of the Flash.
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Crooked Tales: Mother Approved
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Art, Writing, Opinion. Thursday, December 13, 2012. It must be perfect. Every stitch, each line, the trace of mascara- must be perfect. Flawless. Brilliant. Let her be memorialized in all her glory. Freshly polished shoes, painted nails, glossy lips. Let the girls be envious over cards. I could see their pinched faces, unpleasant tone, as they nodded in obvious. Dismay over Mother's finery. They would smirk and coo, "Did she think she was the Queen of England? Mpeccably dressed - s. My legs wavered under...
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Crooked Tales: Choked Up
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Art, Writing, Opinion. Saturday, August 8, 2015. I hate the thing that I’ve become. Little voice inside my head. A tiny hammer pounding, pounding. I hate the thing that I’ve become. Always searching, hoping. Always striving for some ridiculous thing. I hate the thing you’ve twisted me into. A mangled, bitter fucking mess. Leave it on the floor. Wish I were as cool as you. As smart and smugly superior. Wish I had all the answers. But I don’t. I’m just a stupid girl. A fool, trying. Sins of the Flash.
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Crooked Tales: June 2011
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Art, Writing, Opinion. Wednesday, June 29, 2011. Artistic Notions: Edited for Commentary. I posted this yesterday and was too lazy to say a thing about it. Mark. Had mentioned that he'd like to see more of my work online. So I dug some stuff out and photographed it. Just odds and ends- enough to indicate my interests. I've made and lost or have given away so much art over the years that its crazy. Lol. I'm so guilty of telling people who visit my home, "Oh you like that piece? When I dream of desert sands.
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Crooked Tales: I Do? I Don't.
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Art, Writing, Opinion. Monday, September 16, 2013. I stifle a chuckle. I wonder. I wash the laundry. I cook the meals. I bring you a beer. I wrangle the children. I listen to the monotony of your choosing. What is it to be today? How hot Lindsay Lohan is? How long it took you to beat Final Fantasy? How I disappointed you today? How you expected better of me? Do I agree to watch you blissfully live your life while I decay in milliseconds? Ok Sure. Lets do that. The bride seems to realize that the preacher...