A gorgeous, beautifully intimate ten minute play, about connection, bloody noses, and the parts of us we wish didn't exist, and the people who appreciate those parts. Roni writes monologues and stage directions that sing like no other writer I've read. This play needs to be staged. Now.

Ragone's writing floats in poetry and lands in deep, connective resonance to our perceived ugliness and our true beauty. In this intimate two-hander, My Barricade asks us to examine the ways in which we deny our own beauty and asks us to step closer to each other in care as a result. Imperfect just as we are imperfect, these two individuals navigate their relationship and broader beauty standards in a raw and honest exchange. I'd love to see this again soon!