Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

Homo narrans   In the hotel garden I bend over my hands and count out the pills. I am worried I will not have enough pills. A man walks...
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Johnterri Gadson

Jonterri Gadson

Holy bed, twin & tiny, teach me / how to be firm with his body, / but to yield for his spirit, / give me something to carry home...

francine j. harris

francine j. harris

suicide note #3: instructions on the cat dear landlord, open the storm windows so he can look down into the yard where a young man practices...

francine j. harris

Fiction: francine j. harris

Dr. Gaffy and John   “Hello, John. Please come in. Do have a seat. Thank you, my friend. May I take your coat. Fine, fine. And can I offer you coffee or tea...

Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

Lillian-Yvonne Bertram

I crisscross the stacks / searching for my mother / and father. The librarian / tells me they boarded / the other plane / that already took off. / This library is an airplane / I do not want to be on / but the doors are locked / and in fact / the librarian states, / we too have taken off. /

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