By Cletus Crow
Flying High
Our second collection of poetry, available now.
Flying High by Cletus Crow.
“From memory foam to a house on fire, Cletus Crow’s poems don’t just observe the wreckage-they dance in the sparks.” – Mike Topp, author of ‘The Frontier Index’
“An A+ performance in the sweet pitifulness of being human.” – Madison Murray, author of ‘My Gaping Masshole’
“Bob Flanagan fucked Ted Berrigan and out came Cletus Crow.” – Kum V, Editor-In-Mischief at Cum Punk
“Cletus Crow’s poems are like the center of a firework, the bit where things get good, where the colours shoot across the sky, when the bang makes you jump. None of this waiting round, gearing up. You’re there straight away, and then the sound echoes in your ears and the light leaves you squinting. A collection of strange and wonderful, with an economy of text that others should pay notice to.” – Thomas Moore, author of ‘Your Dreams’ and Forever’
“Cletus Crow was your buddy who told the dirtiest jokes on the playground but wooed the teachers with his choirboy innocence. And he has a thing for mannequins. What’s not to love?” – James Nulick, author of ‘Plastic Soul’
“i <3 Cletus Crow’s little Molotov brain bombs” – Jack Skelley, author of ‘The Complete Fear of Kathy Acker’