Happy Birthday, Jared Carter.
Isn’t the mythological Sphinx a woman? That’s what I thought, anyway. In Jared Carter’s poem by the same name, the Sphinx is an “it” — so it can’t be the pharoah Sphinx either, but whatever it is — here’s an excerpt from the poem:
It lives on, and with each new day, asks
the old questions, of strangers passing by,
or even of itself. Often I have heard it
calling across the wastes, like a hot wind
Here is a link to Jared Carter’s blog, Rushing the Growler, where you can read more of his works.