There were chinks in the fabric of the twilight trees, little sparks of fire, like the tip of a match at the moment when a flame is sparked---Whoosh! Pop! Fizz!
T.S. Eliot was immense and wise, but no one, not even the sagacious Eliot, could have seen how historically cruel this particular April would be. Yet, on the whole, we're all still trying to get by. Some of us are even trying to brighten the corners. So a word here about the Rhodeo Poets, a... Continue Reading →
Check out this new flash fiction piece, "Calling from the Ice Age," at Open: Journal of Ats and Letters: http://ojalart.com/literary-arts/fiction/flash-fiction/flash-fiction-wayne-cressers-calling-ice-age/ This is the first of three pieces they're publishing. The next tomorrow, and the final piece on Saturday. Stay tuned and while you're there, it's worthwhile to take a look around.