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Feature

“This is not writing.”

March 22, 2014 • 5
I’m zooming through a corridor made of words. On either side, chunky text passes by my shoulders. My eyes flit from one wall to the other, trying to absorb the letters. I am inside a poem. Then the corridor ends. The space widens, curves, and pinches together above me to form a dome. I look »
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Small Talk

Jupiter on Broadway

September 17, 2012 • 0
I’m weaving through a tattooed crowd outside of Toad’s on York Street one November night, trying to reach the York-Elm intersection before the 20-second crossing period ends. But before I can cross, I’m approached by a stranger — a middle-aged man of average height with a red windbreaker on. His forehead wrinkles like a topographical »
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Uncategorized

Get Lost, Find New Haven

April 4, 2012 • 0
When they swear me to secrecy, I imagine it’s because I’m about to hear highly sensitive information — talk of illicit deals or citywide conspiracies. I’m sitting on the floor of Laura Snow’s third-floor apartment off Whitney Avenue in East Rock, waiting with bated breath to become complicit in this secret. I should have expected »
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Short Feature

How to Succeed in Comedy (without The Lampoon)

January 26, 2012 • 0
My first reaction was that it looked much bigger on TV. Through slightly dimmed house lights, 200 audience members were filing into tightly-packed blue and yellow plastic bleachers that were better suited to a baseball stadium than a studio. I found my seat in the balcony, about four rows back, and watched as swarms of »