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Author: Karen Klein

Retiring from Brandeis Faculty, Karen Klein turned to modern dance and poetry. Her poems have been published in print journals and online, including Fusion (guest artist), Pudding Magazine, The Comstock Review, SLANT, The Somerville Times, Ibbetson #47, The Muddy River Poetry Review, Constellations, and are forthcoming in The Bards Anthology 2020, Wilderness House Literary Review, The Cape Cod Times. A member of Steeple Street Poets, she was nominated for a Pushcart Prize and is working on her first chapbook.

Poems
Little Twinkie Toes
Free Inquiry Volume 41, No. 4
June/July 2021
Karen Klein

A.M.W.  1/7/1900–4/14/1993 My mother loved Elvis. Coming from Manhattan to Mashpee she’d pour a slug of Bailey’s Irish Cream and close the door to her room. Sounds of gospel rock and cigarette smoke let us know she’d settled in. My mother loved to dance but she married a man who loved gin rummy and schmoozing. …

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Poems
Japanese Room
Free Inquiry Volume 41, No. 4
June/July 2021
Karen Klein

I wish my mind were a Japanese room: light-filled, profound in its simplicity. Along its four walls, shelves of white oak with meticulous stacks of everything I ever knew arranged by times and subjects, open to the air, easily accessible. But my mind is a cavernous, old barn located in some remote place, filled with …

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