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Awed by Rick Benjamin’s read of my chapbook: You have to start with the title of Karina Lutz’s new collection: as if you’ve just happened upon a small group of rabbis engaged in a deep conversation about the Catholic mass. Always open to interpretation, on the one hand; closed dogma on the other. Past this…
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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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My body opens like a flower. Your hand on my heart, the deep center, surrendering, humbling, elating, becoming. With your hand on my breast, your arm becomes a river, downstream to me, to you, at once. I am raining, tiny white flowers around you, thousands of petals, floating, flickering, in this warm light that is…