Karen Warinsky

Poet, Organizer

Glad you found my web site. I am Karen Warinsky and have been publishing poetry since 2011. My adult working life has included reporting, teaching, and motherhood. I write about everything from my youth in the Midwest to living in Japan to our current culture, politics and scientific discoveries. Currently I organize spoken word/poetry readings at Roseland Park in Woodstock, CT and at the Singh Performance Center in Whitinsville, MA. under the name Poets at Large. Searching for balance between my dark sense of humor and my spiritual path, I am a kayaking, fun-loving fool who just wants to love the world. 

I was named a finalist in the 2013 Montreal International Poetry Contest and have published work in a variety of journals, online sites and in anthologies.  My first full collection of poetry, Gold in Autumn (Human Error Publishing) came out in 2020 and my new book Sunrise Ruby will be out in 2022.

The G.B. & Lexi Singh Performance Center in Whitinsville, MA.

Contact me at karen.warinsky@gmail.com

Books for Sale (I have linked these to sites other than Amazon whenever possible).

Now available through Barnes & Noble and Amazon.

Sunrise Ruby

Gold in Autumn

Nuclear Impact: Broken Atoms in Our Hands (2017)

Light: A Journal of Photography and Poetry (Issue 06, 07, 10)

Honoring Nature (2021)

2019 Mizmor Anthology

Joy Interrupted, an Anthology on Motherhood and Loss (2013)

Global Poetry Anthology, 2013

Dear Nana, Grandmother Tales of Love, Secrets and Going Home, edited by Robyn McGee

Online Published Works
Fried Chicken and Coffee
Blue Heron Review

At a reading for the release of Nuclear Impact; Broken Atoms in our Hands, 2017, an anthology of poems on all things nuclear from 169 international poets. My poems “History Lesson” and “Hiroshima Shadow” are in this book, edited by Teresa Mei Chuc.
Past Venues

Ralph’s Diner, Bedlam Books, Tidepool Bookshop in Worcester, MA; The Poetorium in Southbridge, MA; the KGB Bar, NYC; Roseland Park, Woodstock, CT; G.B.& Lexi Singh Performance Center, Whitinsville, MA.

Reading on Oct. 29, 2021 at the Mystic Art Museum.
Summer audience 2021 at Roseland Park

Cold Stone

Cold stone seems to satisfy.
Press your hand against the wall.
Find the name. 
Run your finger through the letters,
rub paper with pencil,
take it home.
His legacy is here
but he is nowhere,
and a heart is not enough to hold it.
You need cold stone,
a monument,
to show the world about existence.
Cold stone seems to satisfy.
Pillars, obelisks, statues spread out and set apart,
claim space, demand honor,
filling up the world where nature alone once spoke its piece.
Cold stone taking place of hands,
souls, smiles,
trees, flowers, grass.

This world needs cold stone

Asleep in the Field

The day was cloudy,
so we nixed the beach walk
and went to the local sanctuary,
a few plots of farmland and a forest-rimmed ravine,
creating a haven for butterflies, birds and what’s left of the bees,
protected now by well-written grants.

You pulled your hood up over your hat
and I was glad to have remembered my scarf
because it was a damp cold
seeping into our clothes and bones.

Colors are muted now.
October ran by so fast
I feel I missed it,
though photographic proof shows I was there.
Now the goldenrod is all champagne seeds,
some leaves are curled backwards
revealing their ivory underside
and all is hushed and cackling,
dried to a hundred shades of brown,
while there in the field,
surrounded by a carefully placed stonewall,
a family was sleeping in the ground they once tilled,
and the headstones whispered what was erased
by time and the elements,
as we quietly walked away.