Baptism for the Dead

I blinked the sting from my eyes, gasped for breath, clung to the man’s left arm, lurching to find my balance in the turbulence left in the wake of my plunge. He already raced through the next prayer: “Joanna Gardner for and in behalf of Susan Jones who is dead I baptize you in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost amen”—whoosh!—I was under again… Continue reading

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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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