O tell us, poet, what you do. –I praise.Yes, but the deadly and the monstrous phase,how do you take it, how resist? –I praise.But the anonymous, the nameless maze,how summon it, how call it, poet? –I praise.What right is yours,… Continue reading

Short story by Gair Hemphill Crutcher, Sept. 2024 “The universe always conspires in my favor. Isn’t that your motto?” This only makes her cry harder. “Do you want me to come pick you up?” Hank asks. “No, I’ll see you… Continue reading