Karen Douglass, Author

Karen Douglass, Author: Prose & Poetry

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  • Boston T, Red Line

    “And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger             sextillions of infidels.” –Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself” Between the subway tracks it wiggles, GI drab, a mouse the color of the dirt bedding the rails. The earth quakes every four minute, and wrenching wheels make the mouse heart clatter in a cage of roar. Metal…

  • True confession

    I confess to keeping a reading list organized by subject. Partly it’s one of my weird afterlife images. I imagine myself gone to the vast beyond and someone still curious about what I read, finds my list and sees me through my reading history. More likely is the use I make of that list now…

  • Fiction or fact?

    I think it was Mark Twain who once said, “There is no weather in this book.” Well, that might have worked for him, but weather is now climate and it’s in much of what I have written. I mentioned recently that two of my novels are very much a product of climate change. And this…

  • Simmer

    Writing under time pressure is risky. I grab whatever floats up out of a muddy mind. If I were still teaching, I would warn students not to wait until the last minute to write. But do I take my own advice? Not as often as I should. Part of my procrastination is hubris. I’ve been…

  • Have you read my books?

    It’s time I reminded you that I have novels and poems available. I would also remind you that traditional books can be shared, donated, or recycled. If, however, you read on a tablet, please make your device last for three years. Otherwise, the energy that goes into a new reader would likely allow a publisher…