Beatrice Winifred Iker
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    Micro Story #8: Deserving

    I sit on my living room floor surrounded by clear glasses of water. They sparkle against the show the sunrise plays for us. My mouth goes...

    Poem #11: The Bones Don't Care

    there’s a charnel house at the back of my property I go there to sing to the bones my melodies are ghastly, sorrowful ruinous, but the...

    Poem #10: September, September

    I have a saying that September begins when October ends, or maybe it’s October lives inside September. I’ve always thought of September...
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