Author Archives: Larry Lynn

Stillbirth: A Grief Poem

Stillbirth by Laure-Anne Bosselaar On a platform, I heard someone call out your name: No, Laetitia, no. It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing, but I rushed in, searching for your face. But no Laetitia. No. No one in that car could have been you, but I rushed in, searching for your face: no longer

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