Author Archives: Karen To and Fro

About Karen To and Fro

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Johnny Suspenders

My husband is a wandering hayseed planting suspenders like apple trees, because when men get to be a certain age they lose definition in their midsections: no hips, no rump, plump underbelly, and they wear trousers that plummet down unexpected. … Continue reading

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Me, Writing as My Husband’s Ex-Wife

Dear Karl,  I thought I could wait it out until you returned home from basic training on leave I think they call it but I cannot live here in America one more minute and anyway, I do not think I … Continue reading

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Paean to Menopause

Have I told you how happy I am to be done with my period? I suffered through a lifetime of tampons stuck halfway up my bleeding orifice, string dangling between my thighs wadding stuffed and stiff and swollen, me waddling … Continue reading

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We Were Watching

an exciting cowboy movie and I said to my husband, I’m disappointed we don’t have bar fights anymore remember when we had that big one and I threw a whiskey bottle at you but you ducked and it hit the … Continue reading

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It’s All About the Cat

For breakfast Izzy and I share a can of fish and two spoons of buttered popcorn – we open the Amazon box together she watches while I put away the order; we study cat videos on the computer Izzy likes … Continue reading

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Like a Pallbearer

or like a bride walking next to my mother down the rows of flowers, hums of bumbles; posies in our path we step and scuff: My mother once found a twenty dollar bill in a parking lot She has the … Continue reading

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Going Outside But

rain began dispensing wet ants and mucky leaves, seems nothing is gloomy as autumn drenching; and discouraging; cheered myself baking bread; measured flour, yeast warm water set to rise; then wouldn’t you know the downpour dropped dead in the middle … Continue reading

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Skipping Stones

on the beach with my son first we hunt smooth flat stones; I watch him. a grown man stubbled and thin bends over looking with me; he twists his body, stone flies out of his hand, oh my god so … Continue reading

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Sustained Thought

is as tough as the fourth grade bully who wanted to beat me up; I only had glasses and scaredy-cat sense to bring to a fight, she was ferocious; I ran; so although I find it easy enough to spin … Continue reading

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Pattycake Autumn

and I am yawning all sleepy inside morning: this time of day is a creaky coffin lined with sateen, I say butter. Rubbing my eyes, struggling to stay away, theorizing keen to sashay up the hill get the blood pumped … Continue reading

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