Gristle in Times Square

By Shieva Salehnia I had dreamed of New York as a gritty, glistening, dark paradise. Steaming and winding streets, some lined in cobblestone, and the smell of putrid river water splashing up against concrete barriers that keep the East River from making contact with its observers above. I imagined the conglomerate feeling more than anyContinue reading “Gristle in Times Square”

Other People on the Subway

By Dana May             Each subway ride is a gamble.  We all get on, hoping to reach our destination at a reasonable time.  This desire alone is a longing, as we wait in limbo down there for a train to arrive or in a stalled car.  I pass the time letting my phone or a book fill in theContinue reading “Other People on the Subway”

The Last Train Out of Boston

By Liz Posner It was 3:22 p.m. when I realized the boy I hopelessly loved might be dead.  The campus center was crowded that afternoon in 2013, packed with students sad to waste sparkling Boston daylight indoors, taunted by the brilliant sun reflecting off the green grass lawn, blinding us through the glass windows. TheContinue reading “The Last Train Out of Boston”

Beware Of the Closing Doors

By Samantha Young On my last subway ride to your apartment, you closed your eyes the whole time. I was fresh off the Chinatown bus in a dirty black winter jacket. I had french fry breath and smudged eyeliner. A backpack full of books and stapled paper. It wouldn’t be the first time we broke up,Continue reading “Beware Of the Closing Doors”