American, living now in the south of France, Karen has been writing most of her life. A visual artist and photographer, working also in clay and with monoprints, she spent some time as a theatre teacher/director (in English) for children and adolescents, in Geneva Switzerland.
Geneva was home base for 29 years in between two stints in the Netherlands including 7 years in Amsterdam. This was followed by another 5 years in Zug Switzerland. During these years she moved freely between her various creative disciplines. Long ago in the 1990’s ‘writing’ whittled itself down to poetry, where she has happily settled.
Poetry is a kind of chronicle, a vehicle to note where she has been, to see where she is going, always toward non-fictional expression, with a ‘voice’, once lyrical and elliptical, become more narrative with time.
Retired now (two grown children and a grandson live in NYC), she and her husband have settled with their dog to the sun and heat of the Luberon valley, in south east France, where they spent several years renovating an old hamlet house. And where they welcome writers alone and/or in small groups. Their later-in-life focus has become a private, longer-stay Bed and Breakfast … a kind of retreat for those who wish to kick-start work, to further or to finish a project; or simply find time to recharge …
Having happily spent nearly half of her life as ‘other’ in rather northerly places far from home, this experience in Provence moves her deeply on a new and surprising sensory level. It’s roughness calls to her. She is choosing to call it home.
wild with light
it has rained
after so long without
hydrangeas of purest white
lean to ground heads
heavy with humidity
the dripping dries into a satisfied
quiet bees stopped
unmoved by my presence
even wasps have no angry business
my garden a small world
stunned into stillness silent
in its soaking
the loudest sound there is
KLMcD August 2018