Literature

The Succotash* Statement By David Daniel The Washateria’s door is propped open to the mild November dark and I’m sitting in a plastic chair, reading Dostoevsky’s “Notes from Underground.” After midnight on a Wednesday, I’ve found, is a good time to do laundry. The place is two blocks from campus…

Review of Atlantic Currents II: Connecting Cork and Lowell Reviewed by Richard Howe My affection for Ireland is grounded in history, culture, and genetics, however, I’ve not yet visited the country. When I finally do, I’ll be sure to visit a pub. My impression from afar is of the pub…

Living Madly: Three Good Things By Emilie-Noelle Provost Thanksgiving is a week away, which to me seems a little crazy. It feels like it should still be early September, like I lost a couple of months someplace. It’s almost like the feeling you get when you fall asleep in the…

Boarding School Blues: Chapter 47 By Louise Peloquin Ch. 47 “Smile upon our joys” The freshmen had to sit through two hours of classes before inspecting the honor roll boards during Sister Roger’s phys ed. Latin declension drills followed by War of 1812 highlights bored Blanche. It was too early…

Forgot Your Password?  By Jack McDonough Some questions can be very annoying. “Are you really going to wear that shirt? Are we going to have those same meatballs again tonight? Do you mind not drumming on the table like that?” But there’s nothing more annoying, infuriating, outrageously maddening than the…

Living Madly: Day of the Dead By Emilie-Noelle Provost Traditionally observed on November 1 and 2, the Day of the Dead originated in Mexico, where it is mostly celebrated. Several sources say the holiday, during which families get together to commemorate and honor their deceased relatives, is an amalgamation of…

Piano Player Wanted By David Daniel Stu backed my van out of the inspection bay and climbed out. My eyes went to the sticker on the windshield. REJECTED. “Aw, come on,” I cried. “Really?” “It needs rubber, you got air showin’ through. And the horn doesn’t blow.” “Shit. You blow!”…

Boarding School Blues: Chapter 46 By Louise Peloquin Ch. 46 “Advienne que pourra” The headmistress orchestrated the honor roll ceremony two days before Christmas break. Her September welcoming speech had focused on “taking the highroad” until June, a recommendation reiterated that December day in the drafty, chilly reception hall kept…

This is the second chapter posted on our blog from Malcolm Sharps’s novel The Three Twins (read the first chapter, TV Giant Clam). The novel is absurdist in style but has a conventional storyline running through it of two actual twins and their friend, the unofficial third twin, who are…