a literary confidence
I’ll go inside and seek out the laminated card that tells me I was watering a Double Pink Fuchsia, known for its beautiful, multi-colored, pendant blooms which can grow up to three inches long.
(This show was broadcast on Sunday, January 7 from 7 to 8 PM, on WRIU Kingston, 90.3 FM, also streaming at wriu.org. It will be re-broadcast on Sunday, January 14, same time same place) Listen here: Theme from The Wild One, composed by Leith Stevens, featuring Shorty Rogers Rock Around the Clock from Blackboard Jungle composed by Max C. Freedman and... Continue Reading →
by Dai Bando There are five new additions to my annual “Greatest Christmas Songs” list, now thirty songs in total! This is disconcerting, since my original raison d'être was the claim that there are only about ten good Christmas songs. Then ten became fifteen, then twenty-five, and now thirty. So, I appear to be wro…wr… challenged, in my... Continue Reading →
The well-dressed man in the film says, “It’s a great life if you don’t weaken.” Maybe then, it’s a good life if you don’t weaken much and an okay life if you don’t weaken a lot, and a shitty life if all you do is weaken. That’s the thing about film heroes, though, they get... Continue Reading →
by Wayne Cresser (Originally published in the Ocean State Review Volume 8: No. 1, 2018) If you hang around Art's parties long enough, you're bound to run into the guy who resembles Crispin Glover, in anything, a gawky watch-capped scarecrow whose clothes add up to thrift store poetry and ragamuffin rhymes. He's the guy who... Continue Reading →
Oh, if and when you go there, stay for a while. Look into the nooks and crannies, and try to remember, you've got to come back out sometime, if only to go back again later, if you know what I mean.
One of the keys to their success was that early on someone in their circle of producers and artists, had the idea to list their names on the records they supported, unlike during the era of anonymity the Wrecking Crew worked in. And brother, did the hair grow, the word spread, and the work pile up.
As he said this, he began removing what appeared to be crumpled homemade flyers from my hands. They advertised Italian lessons at home and outboard motors for sale, charity 5ks and flower shows. And I held them in tightly clenched fists, like a crabby schoolteacher who snatches paper airplanes out of mid-air.
Here Comes Herodotus, Again! (and other miscrohistories), is a forty-page chapbook comprised of 14 short stories which examine how life can be a series of swift mementos.
Tonight's theme is the Western, that hallowed, long past its heyday but not totally bygone (if I have anything to do with it), genre of Hollywood storytelling.
Just Between You and Me 