An Interview with Providence City Council Candidate Monica Huertas
“I’m living a little bit better, but now it’s a different type of violence, a different type of abuse for the people,” says Monica Huertas. “I started learning a little […]
Events:
The Flower, The Labor, and The Sea
September 27, 2025 - June 28, 2026
A First Person Account of the Wyatt Detention Center Protest
Pepper spray is an amazing crowd dispersant – I can attest to that. My wife and I took part in the recent rally in Central Falls to shut down the […]
Revisit The Secret Garden
I haven’t read Frances Hodgson Burnett’s story The Secret Garden since I was a child. The tale of the beauty of the garden has stayed with me, as it stays […]
Spectrum’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest Takes the Stage Amid National Conversations on Mental Illness
On the very same day the Spectrum Theatre Ensemble opened its production of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest at the Wilbury Theatre, in the kind of irony the poets […]
Creation Is the Greatest Thing: An interview with Taylor Mac
On the same day that Robert Mueller testified before Congress, I had the pleasure of interviewing MacArthur Fellow, Tony-nominated performer and playwright, and gift to us all, Taylor Mac. You’re […]
HP Lovecraft Writing Contest
It Won’t Be Ignored She sat at the desk, tapping her keyboard, liking the click of the keys but not typing anything of worth. With a sigh she peered out […]
The Ever-Ending World
Vista’s death was such a beautiful death to die. The world was ending again today, when I got up. It’s been doing that since as long as I can remember. […]
The God Spot
What precisely was found when we burst into the laboratory of Dr. Finnegan Moss, late Professor of Neurology at Miskatonic University, has never been publicly acknowledged. A sanitized version was […]
Ghoul of Providence
I can only chew when the air conditioner is on. It is an old, boxy thing, with a temperamental thermometer. I remember the meaning of such words, and less sharply […]
It Won’t Be Ignored
She sat at the desk, tapping her keyboard, liking the click of the keys but not typing anything of worth. With a sigh she peered out her window at (her […]