Karen Tintori

Karen Tintori knew she'd be a writer from age twelve. As a child, she walked ten blocks to the public library, checked out as many books as she could carry between her interlocked fingers and her chin, read them quickly and returned for another stack.

Before she was thirteen, she'd read the entire children's section and bristled when the librarians would not permit her to borrow books from the adult section until she was of age. Patience was a lesson she'd begin to learn early--the librarians invited her, instead, to re-read the children's section.  

Is your book club reading one of Karen's books? Feel free to drop her a note to arrange a phone or Skype call to join your group's discussion. Karen loves hearing from her readers, enjoys traveling to meet them, and welcomes speaking invitations. 

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Lovely Lady Dark of Hue published in Ovunque Siamo

When I was a child, May was the month of bright yellow forsythia, fuzzy fat pussy willow, and the May altars my classmates and I concocted from shoe boxes disguised with tinfoil and adorned with doilies, flowers real and artificial, and glow-in-the-dark or dashboard-sized statues of the Virgin Mary. The time of First Holy Communions and, ultimately, the pageant to crown Mary's statue at the side altar of church, May was probably the month when I first learned LOVELY LADY DRESSED IN BLUE by Mary Dixon Thayer, a poem/prayer I memorized in grade school.

This May, I am thrilled to share the current issue of OVUNQUE SIAMO, the online journal of New Italian-American Writing edited by Michelle Messina Reale, in which my Madonne Nere inspired riff on Thayer's poem appears. 

Here is a taste of my LOVELY LADY, DARK OF HUE:

Lovely Lady, dark of hue, 
Teach me how to pray.
A god was born your little boy, 
Tell me what to say

When you sat him, as he grew, 
Gently on your knee
Did you sing to him the way 
My mother sang to me?

Did he hold your hand at night? 
Did you ever cry 
Telling him stories of the world? 
Ah! Then did he pry
The deepest secrets from your soul —
The name of every herb,
Of every sacred flower 
You sowed to save the earth?

Lovely lady, darkly hewn
From an ancient tree....

Intrigued? Please click on the following links to read LOVELY LADY, DARK OF HUE and the spectacular May, 2019, issue of OVUNQUE SIAMO in their entirety.

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