So, in the spirit of establishing a courteous process going forward and to avoid confusion, I...
From "The Night It All Got Going": I’m thinking, “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” but before I can open my mouth, she’s pointing at the window on my side of the bed. Light from the moon spills over the sill and bounces onto the adjacent wall in overwrought shadows. I shudder. She’s turned pale.
We're rounding up the Rhodeo Poets this Thursday. If you're on the island of Jamestown, between 6 and 8 pm, we'd love to see you at General's Crossing Brewery, 34 Narragansett Avenue. Shannon Kennelly and I will host.
Unless, of course you find me reading my work in your neighborhood! THE PITCH: Here Comes Herodotus, Again! (and other microhistories) is still on sale! Order here. A now very limited number of my chapbook, Here Comes Herodotus, Again (and other microhistories), which is part of the Open: Journal of Arts & Letters 2021 Chapbook... 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.
I am happy to announce that I have two flash pieces in the current issue of The Ocean State Review (Volume 8: No. 1): "HVAC" and "Art's Parties." To purchase a copy of the number, follow this link: http://oceanstatereview.org/current-issue/
I try to remember that when Davis approached me the previous spring, he wore a halo vest and brace. He looked awful, paler than the flesh of a potato, and scraped about the mouth and eyes. I had not seen him for some time but had thought of him occasionally, wondering why someone so determined... Continue Reading →
Then a common sense notion occurred to him. If you had ten things to do and some of them were difficult, let’s say like creating a land snail tasty enough to serve in a fancy pants restaurant, or easy, like making rain, wouldn’t you do the easy stuff first, so that at the end of the day, you could say you accomplished something?
Justin seemed to know one of the crew because when they met, they performed a complicated handshake that made them smile. I thought that was kind of cute. Soon after, they started digging post holes and blasting their Green Day and Blink with the numbers, which I know from our own kids.