Knock, knock. A crack. Tap. More cracks. Peel—an attempt, at least. I press the egg onto the table. The translucent...
Keith was sitting on his Adeline Street porch when Annie and I approached him one sunny Saturday in October of...
Outside the train window, the sun blurs out pink across industrial New England. Old factories and local marinas glow; people...
Every day since I arrived in Paris, I have gone to the same bookstore,the one next to the Panthéon. I’m...
My mother let me sit in the front seat of her car when I was far too young to sit...
It’s always raining in New Haven—a soft, loveless drizzle. I wander in a wide parabola around Cross Campus as water...
I’ve been crying in the L-Dub showers. This is where I came to mourn my first graded problem set, to...
At seventeen, I devoted myself to the pursuit of eroticism. Evolutionary imperatives necessitated a baseline sexual appetite, but I was...
For our day trip, we drove to East Haddam—forty minutes from New Haven and home to the Devil’s Hopyard State...
East Rock and West Rock, the twin deities of New Haven parks, each have an attendant god. Just west of...