Stacy CrutchfieldCome BackLaying in bed. The house is hushed. The only sound the night brings is an occasional passing car. When one comes down the road, I hold my…Mar 4, 2020Mar 4, 2020
Stacy CrutchfieldinThat PublicationTime With My Son In The Front YardThe sky has layers of deep black clouds on top of layers of billowing gray clouds. They are so low in the sky it seems if I stand on my…Feb 6, 2020Feb 6, 2020
Stacy CrutchfieldinThat PublicationThe Small ThingsFor the last few years, I have tried to focus on the small things, 2019 was no different. Here is a list of things that I genuinely enjoy.Jan 1, 20201Jan 1, 20201
Stacy CrutchfieldinThat PublicationWaitingWe are walking side by side. I look at you and see you need someone to hold your hand. I grab your hand, you look at me confused, but then…Dec 8, 2019Dec 8, 2019
Stacy CrutchfieldinThat PublicationI Have No ChoiceI find myself in the living room, sitting on the edge of the couch with my head in my hands. I have made myself sick with thoughts…Dec 4, 2019Dec 4, 2019
Stacy CrutchfieldI WishI wish I was a reader. I wish I could slip off into worlds of love, heartache, wars, dimensions unimaginable, true stories of heroism…Nov 26, 20191Nov 26, 20191
Stacy CrutchfieldIt is 2pm on SaturdayIt is 2pm on Saturday. I am laying on my bed. You walk by the door and back up look in and say “Takin’ a nap?” I shrug. You know what this…Nov 23, 20192Nov 23, 20192
Stacy CrutchfieldinThat PublicationBrown Paper SackGranny’s house was a place I could go to rest my soul. I would take the 45-minute or so drive to her house with my soul weighing me down…Nov 22, 2019Nov 22, 2019
Stacy CrutchfieldTinkThe house has a chill to it this morning but not enough to turn the heater on. A sweater and some socks will work perfectly in the combat…Nov 19, 2019Nov 19, 2019
Stacy CrutchfieldinThat PublicationTHE SMOKEThe smoke passes her lips with all the pain in the universe. She has had to step outside. A 4 year old menthol cigarette fills the air…Nov 9, 20192Nov 9, 20192
