Month:March 2010

Louie Legendary

Greg Vogt

Essays
They always tell you that making a good first impression means everything, but if there is one thing I have learned since moving to Boston, it’s that first impressions often mean nothing.  I’ll be the first to admit that I…

Someone to Sing To

Kelsey Worley

Essays
  It was a gloomy, quiet morning in Harvard Square, and as I waited for Felix’s Shoe Repair to open, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me.  I looked around, searching for a pair of eyes that…

Demeter

Rosemary Hilliard

Fiction
The skeletal silhouettes of naked birch trees scratched against the window, creaking audibly in a cool, autumnal breeze.  Vast, yellow tendrils of sunlight spilled from the whispering branches, pooling like liquid gold on the windowsill and green grass below.  Far…

Metropolis: A Boston Summer

Kathryn Bilinski

Essays
THE TRAIN FROM CONNECTICUT: This train chugs along relentlessly – burning, yearning, returning – completely unaware of the sleepy state of its inhabitants. But today I feel akin to my locomotive as it thunders along the well-beaten path of a…

Racism in Restaurants

Courtney Swain

Essays
“I don’t want that table,” my colleague said to me. “They’re Canadians. You can take them if you want.” Before I walked up to the new table to great the customers, I wondered briefly at how she’d instantly judged our…