An Old Friend (Variation of Little Red Riding Hood)

Timothy Hayden Hamilton

~ The Reunion Wolf lurks through a dim alleyway in the hood, picking through garbage, trying to go un-noticed. A low pitched idling engine echoes down the alley, he pays it no mind. The soft whine of old car brakes…

Ruby

Alyson “Allie” Brill

Deep, silky brown hair cascaded down her small frame. She had wide eyes and soft pink china doll cheeks. Sparkling on her right ring finger was a ruby red ring with a gold band. 21-year-old Ruby began packing for her…

Little Red

Eli Chess

In the deserts of the American wasteland, every living being is always hungry, always thirsty. Some are fortunate enough to live next to a relatively clean water source where resourceful Roamers erected giant, tremulous windmills to pump water from deep…

My Ballad – Lisa Jura Golabek

Poem by Carol Dine

1938. “Come in before the house fills up with flies,” says the woman in the doorway, hair tightly wound in a bun. I follow her into a dark-paneled foyer, through the musty parlor of the hostel on Willesden Lane.…

The Origin of Racial Conflict

Max Monahan

Beginning at its literal conception, life has had a singular unwavering objective: to survive. A redundancy at face value, this statement is the illustration of a crucial principle: Life, uniquely, by its very nature must put forth effort to…

Bridges

Jennifer Andrews

She stands on a steel girder, her feet hooked around its ice edge, her hand wrapped tight around a cabled wire, her body, pulsing, pulsing in the wind.

Nicole

Kelly Abrams

The air was crisp, and winter was finally settling in. The air smelled of snow, though I knew it would never come. Because my friend had been admitted to the hospital the night before, I’d slept at my mother’s side,…

Matilde and the Monster

Fernando Montiel Sanchez

On a warm fall day that smelled of earth and rain, Matilde stood in the middle of the backyard with her husband, Fernando, trying to figure out a game for their children to play—a game that would not frighten them.…

Lines in Her Smile

Eleanor Buckland

There’s a big red photo album tucked away in my parents’ bedroom. On late afternoons, the yard in long shadows, the sunlight shallow, I used to sneak into their room and pore over the photos for hours, getting lost in…

Berklee Bassists Remember Charlie Haden

Rich Appleman, Whit Browne, Joe Coroniti, Bruce Gertz, John Lockwood, Ed Lucie, Bruno Råberg

(1937 – 2014) The Understated Genius at the Root of a Half-Century of Jazz Rich Appleman, Whit Browne, Joe Coroniti, Bruce Gertz, John Lockwood, Ed Lucie, Bruno Råberg Rich Appleman , Chair Emeritus Bass Department: In my opinion Charlie Haden…