Karen Grose – Educator. Writer. Learner.

She sits on top of a mountain, crossesher legs andbounces a free foot in the air, fields are barren in the valleybelow, skin cracked and brokenpot-bellied kids wail, a ferociousnessnot even a mother can stem. She blows hot air to the heavens,tossing the cloudsdrags painted fingernails across thescorched earth, gauging it like acheckerboard. Fat drops […]

It’s Friday night, late   I boot up a DVD, so last centurythe screen flickers, a flash, memories caught in timeme, draped in white silk, toes squished into Jimmy Cho’s. you, that smile, a penguin, hands reaching out to mine.To love and cherish forever.When did the trouble begin? Not during takeoff, the airport, a honeymoon of […]

Writing mysteries and thrillers is a blast, yet there are times I love to play with words and ideas in different forms. This usually happens when facing plot holes that require rethinking or when a scene or a chapter is so tense that I need to step outside to take a breather. Welcome to a […]

The room is sterile, institutional, walls the colour of egg yolk, a dying plant on the window ledge. Four beds, women with broken hips, grey hair fine as mist, arms like milky reeds, their eight-veined feet pressed together as though in prayer. Harried on my lunchbreak I sit, no fan of sticky plastic seats. Gran points a […]

I plod down the street to the corner, a walker as my guide careful to navigate the cracks on the sidewalk, heat bouncing off the pavement.Inside the store sweat drips down my back and my chest in rivers I pass by aisle one and twosharp righttugging open the glass door at the end of aisle […]