a literary confidence
Lyrically, Bill Nelson’s songwriting seemed to ascribe more to the ethos of another underrated band of the era, Blue Oyster Cult, and their code language of flames and futurism, than any other contemporaries. And even these similarities are more subtle than striking.
Read this: "Act Three" at Shark Reef, a Literary Magazine
One evening just a few weeks ago, I noticed him fiddling with something on his back deck. Cleaning bird shit off the umbrella above his picnic table, maybe. He held a spray bottle in one hand and a sponge in the other. He stood on a chair, squirting and wiping. Then he'd give the umbrella a little twirl and hit another spot. That was his method.
STC: Tell us about the mechanics of how you write. Cresser: First thing, pen to paper with as little self-editing as possible. When I feel like I'm running out of gas, I stop. I don't set daily goals, but I have a morning practice during which time is allotted for writing.
The Jamestown Community Theater in collaboration with the Friends of the Jamestown Public Library, pulled together a winsome, varied group of islanders to celebrate the holiday season with poetry and song.
A Pokey LaFarge show is like watching Cab Calloway and Jimmie Rogers together onstage, only they’re both Pokey. Add a little Ernest Tubb, and maybe a little Ernest T. Bass, as well.
While the errant knight, thwarted in his quest for all things flat screen and letting the world know about it, barreled down on me, I began to backpedal. It was a big place, and I thought I might double back to appliances or bedding, those repositories of shiny and fluffy things.
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!
I am happy to report that I have a new poem called "Consumer Virus 2020" in List Poem Zine, a beautiful collection edited by artist and comics author, Seamus O. Hames. The Zine is a supplement to Out of the Box Studio's current exhibit, “Sun Path Poem,” and is a compilation of list poems submitted... Continue Reading →
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 →
Just Between You and Me 