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 Craig Firsdon
 Craig Firsdon
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Craig Anthony Firsdon is a disabled wheelchair bound poet and artist from Toledo, Ohio and is a fiction editor at Red Fez. He began to seriously...read more write in 1997 and read/feature in 2009. In 2011 he had his first art show. Since then Craig has been published in many publications including Thirteen Myna Birds (Blood Pudding Press), GFT Press, Red Fez, Zygote In My Coffee, Degenerate Literature, Rusty Truck, The New Beatnik, DryLandLit_Lit, Asphodel Madness and others. He has also been in many anthologies such as The Squire: 1000 Paper Cranes, Delirious: A Poetic Tribute+ To Prince and Working Stiff and has been a part of A.S. Coomer's Lost Long Gone Forgotten Records label. Craig will be a guest reading at the Underground Lit Fest on August 6, 2017. In 2016 Craig had a collection of poetry published called Requiem. He also created the cover art for a collection from Zygote In My Coffee, his own book and Michael Grover's upcoming book Fuck Cancer Poems. His next book will be poetry about his life with a disability.
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Issue 105 · fiction
psychological ·  


I hate it when Jamie goes away. He has been with me for as long as I can remember. In fact I can’t remember him not being there for me. I’ve relied on him for everything. He would even help me with my homework. One time at school a bully pushed me into the mud and began to cock his fist back as if he was going to punch me.  Jamie left him with a black eye, bloody nose and busted lip. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is, hoping to make an adolescent mind understand such an adult concept as mental illness. They would say that I am lucky to have a brain where every neuron fires correctly like turning lights on and off when you flip the switch. My mom told me the medication she gave him would keep all chemicals flowing properly to their destinations and undam the blocked streams washing all the twigs and pebbles in his head away. A lot of times when they gave Jamie his medicines he would get quiet and stop talking to me.

I tell them that I’m bored and lonely without him to play with. Today they sent him away again. I saw on television that people with brain problems are often sent to someplace called an institution.  Mother once told me that instead I should think of how Jamie is feeling being sent away. I would usually imagine him in a darkroom in one of those institution places. Sometimes they send him away when he is causing problems and his actions were inappropriate. I didn’t know what they were talking about when they said his actions were “inappropriate” but I understood what my parents were trying to say. He was a bad influence.

He had been sent away many times before. The first time was one of the most gruesome. Mrs. Bardock was a little old lady from across the street. She looked hundreds of years old. She was also the neighborhood cat lady. There were dozens of cats living on her property, most of which looked feral to me. Every day she would come outside, yell for each of them by name and poor a little cat food into their bowls near the door. One day she came out and called but one of the cats never came. She was worried and went out searching for it. Days went by and nothing was found. Later my mom found Jamie playing with something. It turned out to be a bone. She asked Jamie where he got it. He led her to a small patch of disturbed soil near a tree behind our house. In it was what looked like hundreds of bones with clumps of hair strewn throughout. Jamie admitted he had left the house at night, found the cat and killed it. It was like a science project to him like some kind of crime scene autopsy and he enjoyed every second of it. I know it frightened my parents. He was gone before I could say “good bye”. 

Whenever he is sent away I beg my parents to give Jamie another chance. Of course they did at first. He has been sent back home many times, each return shorter in duration than the last. The trouble he caused would start all over again. Neighbor’s cats and dogs left on their porches with their eyes gouged out. My dad’s spare razor blades placed in our mailbox. Ground glass mixed into our sugar bowl. My parents are hesitant to give him any leeway now using “last chances” sparingly. How many “last chances” can someone get? They tell me that his disorder makes him persuasively charming and easy to fake being “normal” to persuade doctors he is rehabilitated. I often think Jamie believes he actually is “normal”. He seems to always slip up though.

Here again I sit alone. No one to play with and the quietness is killing me. I can’t be me without Jamie. I hate it when Jamie goes away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he gets back.



  4 months ago
Nicely done, Craig! Your narrator has such a clear voice; the 1st three-quarters of this piece reads like Literary Non-Fiction. Ah, but then the Twist! Best, Jesse
  4 months ago
Loved it!


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