Karen Hazelwood
Profile
My name is Karen. My husband Sam and I live on the Oregon Coast and run a sign shop together. He is a lifelong artist. I love to write and am currently writing a memoir. It will be ongoing.
I am learning a lot about how to communicate. It’s not an easy task but I think we all need to do it and be willing to grow and change with each new day. It’s not a simple thing to keep going sometimes but our choices are that we are either here, or we’re not and if we’re not, who do we hurt out of our own desperation?
I also take lots of pictures. I love trees and plants, herbs and their flowers. I sometimes wonder what it feels like to be in their “skin.”
Groups
Karen Hazelwood is a member of ! ♦♣♠♥Ȃll Things Black ♥♠♣♦ !, ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, A Spiritual Walk, Abstract Realism, All Oregon USA, All Out Emotion, All the Colors of the Rainbow, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Baby Love, Blooming Trees - 2 per day, Everyday Life, Family Unlimited, Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Freedom In Words & Art, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Nature's Reclamation, One Single Flower On Show.. 2 Photo's per day, Pay It Forward, Rural Around The Globe, SEA, Seachanges, Shapes & Patterns - Limit of 2 images per day, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Sisters in Arms (feminine relationship described), The Healing Journey, Trees - 2 images per day with trees as the focal point, Unconventional Artistry - 3 per day, Up & Coming Writers, Voices of the Dark and the Deep, WMG, Writing Workshop and Your Magic PLACE (only a place!).
Journal Entries
Sam's almost done!
Posted 3 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Just Lying Around
Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Mural in Progress
Posted 4 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Life By Nature
Posted 4 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Today is Nine Years-2009
Posted 8 months ago, 5 comments so far.
Art
Writing
I Lost My Love
I lost my love on a winding road, / The scent of summer around the bend,
Through the Looking Glass
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.On the Train
A spent mattress lay haphazard in the dirt, tagged with black spray paint, and yet another billboard read, “You’ll be back”
Marketplace
“What can I help you with miss?” the man behind the counter asked. / “Well,” she started out hesitantly. “I was looking for just a little bit of sadness, not a lot, nothing I can’t de…
The Blond
“Man, I could use a bottle of wine,” she thought to herself, feeling around the bottom of her purse for any money she might have forgotten was there.
I Want to Dream
I want to dream that we can find our way through those darkest hours
