The dream crab told me
“You and all the other weeping women must die.”
God forgive me, but is this the
Same creature who not so long ago said I was the only one,
The one and only, the one and only one whom ever could ever be
Once and for all part and all,
Answer and question
And now because I weep I must die?
All is loneliness.
Forgive me, but this does not seem fair.
I have no longer tits to suckle; this is why
I weep.
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H. Scott Derkin, winner of the prestigious Delizon Publishers Annual Short Story Competition in 2013 lives and works in Toledo, Ohio with his wife Carol and a scruffy miniature poodle mix named Dylanbob. By not taking in to account his shortcomings, Carol has managed to stay with him for 48 years. Derkin pursues his livelihood there in a prosaic trade. He may be found summers at the helm of his sailboat, making passage around the islands of western Lake Erie; and in the time not taken up by working, writing and sailing, Derkin might be found playing drums and recording blues, country and rock & roll music with his friends.
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