Last Words The sociopathic originator of Gestalt Psychotherapy, Fritz Perls, told a nurse, “Don’t tell me what to do,” and stopped breathing. A friend told his wife, “I love you,” three times and dropped dead in his garden, leaving the geraniums unplanted. Some are clearly rehearsed: “Noli timere” the great poet Seamus Heaney texted his wife shortly before he crossed Lethe. Jim Harrison wrote the line, “Man shits his pants and trashed God’s body,” and slid off his chair, pencil in hand. “Have a great flight,” a friend’s mother told her, but died before she landed. My mother…
Author: Charlie Brice
Charlie Brice
Brice won the 2020 Field Guide Poetry Magazine Poetry Contest and placed third in the 2021 Allen Ginsberg Poetry Prize. His fifth full-length poetry collection is The Ventriloquist (WordTech Editions, 2022). His poetry has been nominated three times for both the Best of Net Anthology and the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in Atlanta Review, The Honest Ulsterman, Ibbetson Street, The Paterson Literary Review, Impspired Magazine, Salamander Ink Magazine, and elsewhere.