Cab-E #600261: Fiction
Providence 2045: Over the last twenty years only one company has emerged as the leader in self-driving taxis; Cab-E. Traditional taxicabs have long-since gone extinct. Tesla has recently crumbled under […]
Events:
A Shared Journey
September 13, 2025 - March 5, 2026This Is a Thing, Recent Gifts to Prints, Drawings, and Photographs, 2020–2025
September 14, 2025 - March 1, 2026The Court: Art in Play
September 24, 2025 - April 26, 2026The Flower, The Labor, and The Sea
September 27, 2025 - June 28, 2026
Guarionex: part two of el hombre animal duet
“The indigenous Taino were ill-prepared for the arrival of Spanish settlers. There were not war-like people; they were welcoming and trusting. Many were eradicated and most survivors simply cowered before […]
What Lurks in PVD?: Part one of el hombre animal duet
Detective Amaral had never seen anything quite like it, even after fifteen years in the Providence Police Department. He knew that his recent promotion from patrol would come with consequences, […]
Night Shift at the Diner
The man had been sitting in the coffee shop in the corner booth for hours. He had his collar up and slouched into his tan oversized coat, accepting a top […]
The Craft: Part one of the Bachata Trilogy
And I to clasp her waist wandered all the earth, with wars and mountains, with sands and thorns. – Pablo Neruda Providence, Rhode Island greeted Alexis with grayness on a […]
The Seamstress’ Soliloquy: Fiction
It was an A-line dress, the same shade of yellow as a taxicab with no pattern or print. It was cinched at the waist, with spaghetti straps, pleated along the […]
Blackout: Fiction
Darkness descended on the denizens of Providence one brutally hot evening in mid-July for approximately seventy-two minutes during a city-wide blackout. While some of it may have spilled over into […]
Remember Me, Remember Me: Fiction
Jenny Wood, the narrator of “Remember Me, Remember Me,” is a ghost who died at age three and developed the ability to absorb the memories of other ghosts, gathering into […]
Caught in the Aughts of Binary Thought
Growing up, I was a boy. At least, that’s what they told me. Life was presented in binary code. Parents and teachers weren’t like us. “No, they’re adults! Y’all’re children. […]
Ink: Fiction
Naomi sought a bruja to cast a spell; her name was Flor and she was a neighborhood witch who served the locals with Santeria. Naomi was there for a standard […]