Karen Douglass, Author

Karen Douglass, Author: Prose & Poetry

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  • I Believe

    Recently I finished participating in a memoir group. For each of five weeks we wrote on an assigned topic such as family, work, etc. The final assignment was to write about values, spirituality, or religion. I won’t bore you with my internal meanderings on this topic, but–you knew this was coming–that assignment led me to…

  • Bach’s Bad Boys?

    The inter-net is a rabbit hole. I jump in and hours later poke my head up into the sunshine, startled that the day is bright blue. This morning, listening to The Baroque Show on Colorado Public Radio, I heard that Bach’s eldest son was his favorite. That, I thought, must have created ill will, chaos,…

  • What’s the Word?

    Recently I suffered mild abuse from fellow writers for my use of regionalisms—words that make perfect sense to me but not to the range folk of Colorado. I wrote about an old farmhouse, a Cape, which in New England denotes a house with a central front door opening onto a hallway with a flight of…

  • When the Writing Stops

    Everyone who knows me knows that I love to write. I write first thing in the morning and any other time of day when I find a quiet place and even the scrap of an idea or image. I love the tactile feeling of pen on paper, fingers on the keys. But what to do…

  • “Ink Blot”

    One of the many writing groups I attend is a bunch of free-writing fools, as we often call ourselves, though I don’t know that we have ever formally accepted that label. A lot of what we do is happy or not-so happy foolishness, freedom to let the words splatter onto the page and know that…