Author Archives: Karen To and Fro

About Karen To and Fro

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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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From a Pay Phone in Hope Town

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

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Staring in the Mirror

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

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Sacrifices

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.

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Comedy Heaven

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.

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Praise My Dead Father

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

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I Was a Grasshopper

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

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Pugly

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

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I Was Harried

out the garden by spiders and crawling folksies, me squatting crosslegged by the bee balm wearing catscratch outfit sunhat deadheading flowers digging clover brilliant overhead birds talking geese on another side of the lake, I dozed off by hypnotic insects … Continue reading

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