Saturday, 15 June 2013

Poetry Feature with Loren Kleinman

An Introduction
Loren Kleinman is a young, American-born poet with roots in New Jersey. Her poetry explores the results of love and loss, and how both themes affect an individual’s internal and external voice. She has a B.A. in English Literature from Drew University and an M.A. in Creative and Critical Writing from the University of Sussex (UK). Her poetry has appeared in literary journals such as Nimrod, Journal of New Jersey Poets, Resurgence (UK), HerCircleEzine and Aesthetica Annual. She was the recipient of the Spire Press Poetry Prize (2003), was a 2000 and 2003 Pushcart Prize nominee, and was a 2003 Nimrod/Pablo Neruda Prize finalist for poetry.

In 2003, Spire Press (NYC) published her first collection of poetry Flamenco Sketches, which explored the relationship between love and jazz. Kleinman judged the literary entries for the book Alt-History: New Writing from Brighton published by QueenSpark Books (UK). She was also a contributing editor/writer for the Cancer Dancer by Patricia San Pedro. Kleinman is also a columnist for (IR) where she interviews NYT bestselling indie authors. Many of those interviews in IR reappeared in USA Today and the Huffington Post.

Her second collection of poetry, The Dark Cave Between My Ribs, is due to release in 2014 (Winter Goose Publishing, 2014). She is also working on a New Adult literary romance novel, This Way to Forever, and a collection of interviews and essays that explore the vibrant community of indie authors (Publisher: IndieReader).

About the Book & The Inspiration

I just signed with Winter Goose Publishing, and The Dark Cave Between My Ribs will be out in 2014. I started writing the poetry collection back in 2004 and finally hunkered down to re-write most of the collection this past year. The book is about love and loss, but also about letting go and being open to love, again. The book was primarily inspired by a traumatic experience I went through in 2003, I started writing the book as a way to heal. The process of writing resembles the process of grief in way. In as sense I went through the emotions, explored the sadness through writing, and through revision found a new voice, found new possibilities to live again. While I wrote the book as a way to heal, the book is not just about healing, love and loss are part of the human condition; they are real and raw experiences. Death is part of life, love is part of life, and loss is natural as well as the process of grief. I wanted to write a book that celebrated life, celebrated loss, and love.

Samples of Loren Kleinmans' Poetry

Ode to Finding Happiness

I bare no resemblance to life,
to the trees and mint and the grapes.

The world is spaced out
on highways and sideways,
under the dirt in my fingernails,
and concrete foundations under houses,
and the parts in stories left out,
and the hellos spaced out between years
and years and years,
and in the repetition of life.

I wish I could find the happiness
that I read about in books
that exists in deep breathing and meditation.

I've looked under the blanket
where I've hidden my head
in shame,
away from the possibility of love and intimacy,
from the alcoholism in my family
away from the chance that I may be a drunk
alone and drunk and alone—
Happiness would be great.

It could open me up to more happiness,
but I'm not sure what would help,
and I don’t want to try yoga or smiling,
or force myself to look on the bright side of everything.

Where are you, smile?
Where are you, laughter?

Oh, I’ll wait around like a fool
for you to take my hand
and walk me away from the bright edge,
the sun melting away my anger,
growing the seeds for a new life.

I’m a Door

I’m a door,
hungry and dreaming,
the opening to a house
made of skin and bone,

I remember living
when I was a child,
playing in my mother’s house,
the toys scattered
on the floor
next to the chair and desk,
or near the window,
and mother calling me
under the exposed light.

I’m a passage
through which I,
the one I was before,
wanting warmth,
the small feeling
of pushing the door open
and looking past it,

Prayer for Love

Take me, Lord.
Hold me against the halo
around your heart.

Lord, let me laugh.

For once,
let me be myself
and see the end of the world
through my eyelids.

Let the storm,
the apocalypse

Hold me Lord.
Love me in your light.

When you let me go,
flood me with your blue ocean,
fish tickling my toes.

Oh Lord,
my mouth is open.
Pour the water in.

The Future

I’m working on a New Adult romance novel called This Way To Forever and a collection of interviews and essays with featuring indie authors and artists. Both books should be out by 2014. I’m also working on a third poetry collection. 

I’m always writing. I write mostly everyday. I get rejected. Lots of rejections from journals/magazines, but I keep writing. I read lots of poetry and fiction. There’s a new book on my nightstand every other week. My point is to keep going. I write through rejection, in between reading new books. My goal is to reach readers, to connect with them through writing, have them connect with themselves. The other goal is to keep writing. Keep writing against all odds, and stay true to myself, keep my voice.

People should give poetry a chance because...

It’s the art that all other genres stole from. It’s the basis of all art: fiction, non-fiction, music, etc. Poetry is part of our society, our world. It’s primal, the highest of all art forms. Poetry is not dead, though.

Where can we find you?

Facebook: Loren Kleinman Facebook
Twitter: Loren Kleinman Twitter
LinkeIn: Loren Kleinman LinkedIn
Amazon: Buy my book Flamenco Sketches