Three Poems by Lori Witzel

By S S, CC BY NC ND 2.0I’ve been chasing light for ages. That gold-edged
blue just before the sun shimmied up? It slipped
through my fingers like a hatchling minnow. I’ve
waited in the shadows of a thunderhead to ravel… Continue reading

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I Love a Parade

Photo by Shelly LowenkopfDrips and Discharges also included the mayor in their phallic version of purgatory. An anthropomorphized penis stood before the leaping flames… Continue reading

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The Birthday Party

197091151_23e06ecdca_zThey walked along, deer quiet. Little things became big. Birds rustled in the brush. Leaves rubbed together. Crow in the distance. Vincent used his eyes or lips to point, to indicate this piece of sage or that dried brown buckwheat flower. He collected small pieces of plants… Continue reading

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Excerpt from The Sleuth and the Goddess

TheSleuthAndTheGoddessWhat links depth psychology to detective fiction is a similar sense of knowledge as a problem with tricky overtones, rather than something subject to wholly rational analysis. Both the detective and the psychoanalyst have to search for clues to a truth that is hidden from view. In both cases the truth sought for is of unknown extent… Continue reading

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