Reconciling Graduation in a Disconnected World
April 22, 2021
Kevin Cox on graduating in a disconnected world.… More Reconciling Graduation in a Disconnected World
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Why I now have all the free time to write, yet I don’t do it
April 22, 2020
By Ryan Amato Staying home all day, avoiding contact with others, having less obligations than usual: This is the writer’s dream. Or, at least, it should be. For some reason, the idea of sitting down to write something just hasn’t crossed my mind, despite having nothing but free time to write. Instead of finishing that… More Why I now have all the free time to write, yet I don’t do it
Why Online English Classes (Probably) Won’t Work
March 13, 2020
By Lili Fishman It’s finally happened. After two weeks of UConn students wondering what the university was going to do with spring break and COVID-19 coinciding at the same time, we finally have an answer. After spring break, UConn is switching to online classes for at least two weeks to minimize possibility of exposure. As… More Why Online English Classes (Probably) Won’t Work
Writing With Sound: Making playlists for your stories
February 18, 2020
Sometimes to see, you need to listen first. For almost all of the projects I would create before 2016, I ran into a wall over and over again: For some reason, I couldn’t visualize anything about my stories the way I needed to. It wasn’t because I didn’t have a vivid imagination or that my… More Writing With Sound: Making playlists for your stories
Constance By Jeremiah Dennehy (2017)
July 9, 2017
The Jennie Hackman Memorial Prize for Fiction, Third Place (2017) I don’t take the school bus, I don’t drive, and because mom doesn’t get home from work until four most of the time, I don’t ask her for a ride. But if I take the 509 toward Whitney Avenue at 6:15, I usually get to… More Constance By Jeremiah Dennehy (2017)
Erythrophobia By Jameson Croteau (2017)
July 8, 2017
From out in the outfield dirt, the crack of the bat was the only indicator a ball was rising up before dive bombing, back through the crepuscular sky. Jimmy turned and chased the echo of the sound. Go foul… Go foul… The ball, draped in a cloak of clouds, seemed to carry by a will… More Erythrophobia By Jameson Croteau (2017)
Crumbling Walls By Kristina Reardon (2017)
July 6, 2017
Long River Graduate Writing Award, Winner (2017) “Petra, she say there be bones,” my grandmother told me, pointing beyond me to the old castle on top of the hill. The frame of the old, Slavic structure was about as beautiful as a decaying tooth with jagged corners. A revolting brownness permeated the place. Even so,… More Crumbling Walls By Kristina Reardon (2017)
Angus By Sten Spinella (2017)
July 5, 2017
The Jennie Hackman Memorial Prize for Fiction, Second Place (2017) The girl I was seeing had this dog, a real fluffy fucker, whose name was Angus. It was her boyfriend’s dog. She was taking care of Angus because his owner was studying abroad in New Zealand for the semester. I was, finally, over my ex.… More Angus By Sten Spinella (2017)
The Road to Hell By August Jones (2017)
June 30, 2017
When I was seven, we made poetry books in school. I wrote two poems about my childhood dog, one about my grandpa, and one about 9/11. The rest were gibberish. On the cover, I drew broken hearts, storm clouds, a syringe, and my mom crying in the den. My dog and grandpa had just died.… More The Road to Hell By August Jones (2017)
i think i dreamed you by Aryanah Haydu (2017)
June 27, 2017
day 1 We met and though I was elsewhere involved, I knew that he would be the sweetest thing my eyes would ever reach. He had a long term girlfriend but still I couldn’t take my eyes from his toiled blonde hair those anesthetic blue eyes. He looked full to the brim with secrets and… More i think i dreamed you by Aryanah Haydu (2017)