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Mischief Time
OSR TENTH ANNIVERSARY EVENT!
If you are in the vicinity of the Kingston Campus of the University of Rhode Island on Wednesday, November 3...
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Unless, of course you find me reading my work in your neighborhood! THE PITCH: Here Comes Herodotus, Again! (and other microhistories) A limited number of my chapbook, Here Comes Herodotus, Again! (and other microhistories), which is part of the Open: Journal of Arts & Letters 2021 Chapbook series, are available here at Just Between You... Continue Reading →
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Read this: "Act Three" at Shark Reef, a Literary Magazine
Blazes (originally published in the Ocean State Review Volume 1: No. 1)
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.Â
Talking to Spank the Carp and more
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.
Season’s Readings
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.
Dai Bando talks tunesmiths and live music
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.
Moving Parts (originally published in Shark Reef: A Literary Magazine)
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.
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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!
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