friendship
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Ever had signals crossed with an affectionate colleague? Thought you were just friends? Ended up in some horror movie set at sunset by accident or ignorance? Thanks to the Berlin-based “The Wild Word” lit mag for publishing my first flash fiction: https://thewildword.com/fiction-karina-lutz/
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Wow. Never been coached on writing a blog post before. Repeating your search terms is apparently a thing. If I were editing this piece, I’d take all that repetition out. So old school. Anyway, it was fun to write.
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Prelminary Visions is available directly from me or certain bookstores. From the cover: “In the deep woods, hikers say, if you feel you are being watched by an animal, you probably are. Preliminary Visions creates moments of being, moments of relation, moments of meaning-making—frequently with that sense of being observed by a silent witness and…
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Looking forward to spending time with this special Abortion Ban Protest#noabortionban issue of Santa Fe Writers Project quarterly, which contains my fiction-poem, “Jane Roe, III”: https://sfwp.com/jane-roe-iii-by-karina-lutz/.
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In 1935, birth-control activist Margaret Sanger sat down with Mahatma Gandhi and tried to convince him to take up the cause of birth control. Consensuality, an interactive play informed by that conversation, explores the interrelationship of nonviolence and sexual relations, birth control and sexual assault. Gandhi argued against Sanger’s promotion of family planning partly because…
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for Mary Wise Hughes Originally published in Poecology V (Aug. 2015) http://poecology.org/issue-5/lutz/ Extra mothers to each others’ kids, you and I have walked this land of sweet soil before. Remember: we found a jack-in-the-pulpit growing here like an old friend with whom time collapses to nothing: the joy! And once we came when the wild…
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Poecology published “In Lime Rock Preserve” in issue V, Summer 2015 If you’ve never been to this The Nature Conservancy preserve in Lincoln, RI, in early spring, I highly recommend it.
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They had hiked so long they knew not whether to take off their boots to save their blisters or keep them on to save their soles. Joking of such things had hit a peak three ridges back, luscious silences ensued. The colors of forest, boulder field, flower, and sky imperceptibly grew more rich and lucid,…