Author Archives: Karen To and Fro
My mother was born on Leap Year Day In 1912 I miss her Not all the time, only once in a while Mostly I am glad she is dead Terrible of me to say, I know But she wasn’t very … Continue reading
I was thinking about people I knew When I was young And how beautiful they were. Me too. I still see some of them Occasionally, like My first husband, once blond and wistful Almost aristocratic in a poetic way Now … Continue reading
Peter and I ran away together When we were young, we Rented a cheap room in Hell’s Kitchen and Worked together at Brentano’s for $1.65 an hour Minimum wage Listened to jazz every night out on 47th street. He wrote … Continue reading
It is only February And I am sick of winter Everything is black and white And gray Maybe a little beige. I dimly remember color Green I think It was on a flower I saw once Or maybe just dreamed.
Today I am picking up my new car It is big and steel gray and shiny Quiet Powerful It only costs a million dollars Not really but it’s more expensive than my first house and Just a bit smaller. I … Continue reading
You know what’s funny? Old ladies with tattoos I know they exist Because I see them in the locker room After old lady swimming class. And you know they must have been hot stuff Back in the day Maybe hippies … Continue reading