Karin Bole's Blog

At first, all I could see were my hands, they were broken and bleeding. My dress was thin, silky… torn, blood. Why had I not donned my armour? Freezing. Bewildered, I rose from the ground in the slate grey of morning The rain was falling in mist and there was smoke in the air, as […]

How odd to be cherished in one moment Chastised in the next Don’t mistake my smile in that moment for acceptance or acquiescence You are not the first to mistake my terms of endearment for something weak. To believe that the gift of my desire is only yours to keep I have been many women, […]

Originally published on Facebook Notes 30 November 2011 A sin of omission Has caused my current condition Little lie of white As snow, as the page on which I write Old scars on my wrists White too, until I open them for you A much better ink Is the blood red in which I think […]

Originally published on Facebook Notes 24 November 2011 Although she hadn’t been standing there very long, she was cold. The coarse twine that bound her wrists and held them tight to the stake behind her, bit into her skin. The strength of the knots were an unecessary unkindess. Months in a locked room had left […]

Hello Dear Friend, I’ve been unsure about how to reach out after you hung up on me last week. You’ve spoken often about how you cut people off without looking back and you haven’t reached out to me since then. If that was a final goodbye, I hope you’ll understand that I find it very […]

Fourteen years later this piece feels prophetic. I have found that One who is My Kind.

I’ve been mad each time before but as I see repeating cycles and similarities of body language and the words you use, I’m sad and perhaps a little frightened. The pattern is the same but I don’t know the trigger and it’s not my job to figure it out. I’m a healed person, I dealt […]