Author Archives: Karen To and Fro
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
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
When my German lover answers I say hello it’s me; he’s surprised to hear my voice excited by this show of devotion, that I have called him from such a god-forsaken remote place; we talk; he whispers dirty words, waits for … Continue reading
when I was a kid I didn’t know what on earth my old lady body was going to look like but turns out it’s the same as my middle aged body, not much different from my young one either: nowadays … Continue reading
We packed up this morning To go home I fit everything into my suitcase except Two biscotti So I ate them No thanks are in order I took it for the team.
Animated bodies, chortling death eager funny gods hammered into jokes karma laughs mucho nothingness offers punchlines quivering rollicking shambles titters up visions whither Xanadu, you zombies.
gone thirteen years now plenty of time for anger to subside, to forget he never said I was pretty, stop being wistful when women talk about being daddy’s girl. he had many good qualities: smart, hardworking, uncomplaining generous, forgiving, energetic, … Continue reading
In a previous life you used to be a fucking Southern debutant and once the king of England Insect and aristocrat I rose you fell We meet in the humble middle muddle You ask if I miss my grasshopper days … Continue reading
What’s in it for me Snarls the dog nasty as hell I ain’t gonna do shit just to be nice I ain’t ice I’m warm blooded hot blooded ready by twice I gotta get My pound of sweat My ton … Continue reading