Karen Solie

An illustration of a pile of notebooks, topped with a pair or red glasses against a lime green background. A long scrolling lists wraps around the stack.

Arts & Culture / January/February 2025

My Guilty Pleasure: Wasting Time with Lists

February 7, 2025February 7, 2025 - by Karen Solie

They are little anarchic reminders to love what is incomplete

July/August 2024 / Poetry

Prime Location

July 26, 2024July 30, 2024 - by Karen Solie

And the owner will say it’s for the best, / he couldn’t give that place away.

January/February 2022 / Poetry

The Climbing Vine

January 13, 2022January 13, 2022 - by Karen Solie

the structure’s joints creaked / and the muscles stood out in the nails

July/August 2016 / Poetry

The Desert Fathers

June 15, 2016November 18, 2019 - by Karen Solie

With or without a bindle of crystal meth, they made their anchorage in Egypt’s Wadi El Natrun, or the dismantled Marine Corps training base of Slab City, California, wagering long-term …

April 2012 / Poetry

Life Is a Carnival

April 12, 2012July 20, 2017 - by Karen Solie

Dinner finished, wine in hand, in a vaguely competitive spirit of disclosure, we trail Google Earth’s invisible pervert through the streets of our hometowns, but find them shabbier, or grossly …