-For Frank Challis The Pandemic (a tragedy in who knows how many acts) took Frank, who had the guts it took to be flamboyant in a small southwest Kansas town, the charm and chops – with a class, a cast, a Singer treadle – to be both other and beloved, whispered about and vital. Wherever his ashes fall, look in the summer for sunflowers ten feet tall, the color of everything, waving even on those rare days with no wind.
Steve Brisendine is a writer, poet, occasional artist and recovering journalist living and working in Mission, Kansas. His first full-length collection, The Words We Do Not Have, is a nominee for the Thorpe Menn Literary Excellence Award. His work has appeared in Connecticut River Review, Flint Hills Review, Modern Haiku and other journals and anthologies.