Barbara Rose BrookerCorona Diaries, by, BarbaraRoseBrooker-(Quarantine stories in a series:For a month I’ve been self-quarantined. To get fresh air and sunshine I sit by the window, my face up to the sky and soaking in the…Feb 5, 2022Feb 5, 2022
Barbara Rose BrookerLove Is A MomentMidnight blue feather on the side of my hair. Black silk turtleneck to my chin, black leotards, silver belt.Jan 29, 2021Jan 29, 2021
Barbara Rose BrookerBreathe DeepI’m wheeled into the Xray room, where these two nice technicians inject dye into my arm. As I slide in and out of the humongous machine…Dec 7, 2020Dec 7, 2020
Barbara Rose BrookerLipsI hate my lips. Once they were full and pouty, but now they’re disappearing. As if that’s not bad enough I have an overbite so now that…Dec 6, 2020Dec 6, 2020
Barbara Rose BrookerCrankHe opens Tuesday, and removes three tiny white pills. He places them in a neat row on the table. “Anti-depressants,” he informs me. “I had…Dec 6, 2020Dec 6, 2020
Barbara Rose BrookerBlow MePoor Monica Lewinsky. Her legacy is a blow job. Not only that, her good blue dress is now in a museum for bad girls. What’s all the fuss…Nov 20, 2020Nov 20, 2020