Karalena Walsh

Joined January 2022

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Red
Red The colour of my heart The colour of my blood Could this love be a bloody affair Messy Between a breath and a sigh
By Karalena Walsh11 months ago in Poets
Pink is the New Black
I sit quietly, surrounded by the lights that are reflected in the mirror. My image stares right back to me as I apply my dark lip liner. I look content because I’m in my element. My skin is smooth, my foundation shimmers making my skin luminescent. There is a scratch on the tender skin of my chin, but it won’t be noticeable under the cosmetics and bright lights.
By Karalena Walshabout a year ago in Fiction
Some Kind of Sweet
Scents. A funny thing. Bringing back memories of the past. Which was what snapped me out of my daydream of having sugar cookies with crushed candy cane icing for dinner. I'd eaten too many salads lately, trying to get my size 20 to a nice respectable 14. All thoughts disappeared when that scent wafted into my nostrils, made me forget about cookies and sizes. Just that scent, there was no room for anything else. Vanilla. It was what he smelled like, what he tasted like.
By Karalena Walsh3 years ago in Fiction
Mushrooms Anyone?
I was on a trek, wearing my rubber boots, when noticed wild mushrooms growing by the forest path I was walking on. It would surprise you what I find in forests, fields and beaches. I am quite the forager. So, when I came across this bunch baby chanterelle mushrooms I was ecstatic! I picked quite a few, ate some and continued onward, quite happy with myself. They were gritty and could use a little butter and salt. My wife would be quite pleased with my find. A little later, kung fu fighting with red-eyed rabbits, I thought perhaps they were not chanterelle mushrooms after all.
By Karalena Walsh3 years ago in Fiction
Uncommon Journey
I feel the tendrils wrap around me like a nightmare. Octopus. Wrapping around me. Tighter. I sway like seaweed. Am I to be harvested for a Japanese restaurant?
By Karalena Walsh3 years ago in Poets
I'm a Zombie?
"I'm a zombie." "Okay." "Someone has eaten my brains." "That's nice Madge," Patrice says before she takes a sip of her latte. "I think the eggs were a little hard today. I should have complained."
By Karalena Walsh3 years ago in Fiction
The Bluff
It was my idea to have a picnic on the edge of the bluff overlooking the ocean on Gabriola Island. I had a friend who had a small resort on the island that was closed down for renovations. I thought it was the perfect place to have picnic lunch with Tom. It was supposed to be a romantic time. And it was. I packed my favourite wine (a nice Shiraz from Australia), pesto chicken paninis, prosciutto and cheese salad, strawberries dipped in chocolate and a banana. Because I eat about three bananas a day. I can't get enough of them. Tom was forever teasing me about my strange obsession with the yellow fruit.
By Karalena Walsh4 years ago in Fiction
My Cat Henry
It was a mysterious afternoon. But, I didn’t let it deter me from my quest; to find the perfect place to bury my beloved cat, Henry. He was a tough cat, until he ate some of that rat.
By Karalena Walsh4 years ago in Fiction