Karin Doucette
Karin Doucette writes memoir, short stories, flash fiction, and stage plays. She has been published in The Antigonish Review and on fiftywordstories.com. Her play, The Virgin’s Daughter, was virtually produced by University of Toronto-School for Continuing Studies. A native of Prince Edward Island, Karin lives in Guelph, Ontario.
The Clay
The autumn evening in The Hague is cooling as I lean my bicycle against the steel stairway and step into the brightly lit atelier. It’s tucked in the corner of a green-colored building on Noordeinde, at the bottom of the long street leading up to the Dutch king’s palace.
Creative Nonfiction
Issue 74, June 2023
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Dismantling Rollo Bay
Here, in a wallpapered room under a dark mansard roof, the voice of the wind outside lifts and twirls memories in me of the humble farmhouse that I once called home. Still my heart’s home.
It’s in Rollo Bay, only thirty miles down the road. But a lifetime away. Tomorrow I will go there.
It’s in Rollo Bay, only thirty miles down the road. But a lifetime away. Tomorrow I will go there.
Creative Nonfiction
Issue 68, December 2022
Issues Archive
Karin Doucette
Karin Doucette writes memoir, short stories, flash fiction, and stage plays. She has been published in The Antigonish Review and on fiftywordstories.com. Her play, The Virgin’s Daughter, was virtually produced by University of Toronto-School for Continuing Studies. A native of Prince Edward Island, Karin lives in Guelph, Ontario.
The Clay
The autumn evening in The Hague is cooling as I lean my bicycle against the steel stairway and step into the brightly lit atelier. It’s tucked in the corner of a green-colored building on Noordeinde, at the bottom of the long street leading up to the Dutch king’s palace.
Creative Nonfiction
Issue 74, June 2023
Issues Archive
Dismantling Rollo Bay
Here, in a wallpapered room under a dark mansard roof, the voice of the wind outside lifts and twirls memories in me of the humble farmhouse that I once called home. Still my heart’s home.
It’s in Rollo Bay, only thirty miles down the road. But a lifetime away. Tomorrow I will go there.
It’s in Rollo Bay, only thirty miles down the road. But a lifetime away. Tomorrow I will go there.
Creative Nonfiction
Issue 68, December 2022
Issues Archive