Chapbook

“Award-winning author/playwright Peter J. Stavros offers timely understanding of how character is steeled or bent through accumulation of numbing nights, dark disappointments and occasional emotional escapes.” This is an excerpt from T.E. Lyons’ review of my chapbook, Three in the Morning and You Don’t Smoke Anymore, which appears in this week’s LEO Weekly. Click on the link for the full review, and remember, Zoom reading tomorrow (Nov. 12 @ 6 PM ET)!

Fiction

I’m excited to announce that my short story “Just Like Saint Peter” has been chosen to appear in the inaugural edition of a new lit mag, Blydyn Square Review – look for it sometime in Spring 2021, and as usual I’ll post a link. Also, don’t forgot my Zoom reading this Thursday, Nov 12 @ 6 PM ET for my chapbook Three in the Morning and You Don’t Smoke Anymore – links to registration are available on every page of my website!

Announcement

Just updated my website to add a new page called “Pictures” which has, you guessed it, pictures – some of me, of my play posters, of random things that sort of, kinda relate to me. I’ll update it as the mood strikes me. And don’t forget my Zoom reading and Q&A on November 12 @ 6 PM EST – details on how to register can be found throughout my site.

Fiction

Hello everyone, and Happy Friday! Here’s an afternoon snack (or maybe a morning or evening snack, depending on when and where you’re reading this) to get your weekend going: the opening paragraph of my new novella, Tryouts – inspired by my attempt to make the varsity basketball team when I was a freshman in high school. It was named a Finalist in this year’s Trifecta Competition sponsored by the Iron Horse Literary Review. My plan is to publish it as a chapbook this spring, hopefully to coincide with the college basketball tournament. Enjoy!

There must have been forty of us, maybe fifty, kids of all shapes and sizes, crammed into that stuffy gym after class, the place reeking of sweat and dirty socks and farts, chattering, fidgeting, roughhousing. It was chaos on that Monday afternoon at three-forty-five, the first day of basketball tryouts, all of us vying for only eleven spots on the varsity team. Some clearly wouldn’t make it, some clearly would. And the rest, like me, fell somewhere in-between.