“CAVALE I mean I can’t be the saint people dream of now. People want a street angel. They want a saint but with a cowboy mouth. Somebody to get off on when they can’t get off on themselves. I think that’s what Mick Jagger is trying to do, what Bob Dylan seemed to be for […]
SIGISMUND The rich man dreams his riches which are cares, The poor man dreams his penury and pain, The man who prospers dreams, the man who strives, The man who hurts men, and the man who’s hurt, All dream. So what’s this life? A fraud, a frenzy, A trick, a tale, a shadow, an illusion.And all our life is nothing […]
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Death. As the saying goes, it’s one of the few things inevitably shared by all humans. Yet when it’s pending, we often don’t know how to deal with it – and in cinema this reluctance is often reflected. Film is full of funerals and spectacular, world-saving sacrifices, but tends to flinch from confronting the slow, […]
The Dregs of Dreams by Lauren D’Ambrosia The metal door had no handles, just keyholes. It could only be slammed aggressively shut. This bothered her at first, the amount of noise that echoed up and down the stairwell announcing her every departure. It bothered her until she realized how very few of the other apartments […]
1st place Tide Awaits by Edward Palumbo 2nd place What water and wine can’t do. by Ava Andrew 3rd place Untitled by Emily Anderson Runners Up The Dregs of Dreamsby Lauren D’Ambrosia Spring Chickadeesby Amanda Grafe The Blue Roomby Jack B. Rochester
Spring Chickadees by Amanda Grafe On April second, Grace Hawkins struggled to hold open a large, oak, door as the movers dragged up an old, floral, couch from her basement. “Thanks for doing this on such short notice, Earl,” Grace said to the man holding the far end of the sofa. “No problem,” said […]
The Blue Room by Jack B. Rochester “This is the Blue Room,” Helen Devries said. I looked around, enjoying the tour of this old Rhode Island farmhouse I had already made up mind to buy. The Blue Room was indeed blue, shade upon shades of blue, from the wallpaper to the curtains to the bedspread […]
Untitled by Emily Anderson of Pawtucket My fingers trembled as they wrapped around the ledge of the balcony, and I could feel my heart catch as I leaned forward, expecting to see the worst but still surprised by the carnage that had rendered my beloved home unrecognizable. It had been 12 days since Cthulhu washed […]
What water and wine can’t do. by Ava Andrew of Pawtucket My father became a priest when we lived in Providence. He worked in the tiny church at the top of our street. He’d never been to any schooling or even went to church when we lived anywhere else, but here he was devoted to […]