Yale Daily News

When Logo Slogan wakes up in the morning, he thinks the same first thought each time, which is not, contrary to popular belief, that he […]

February 8, 2006

“Please don’t sit on the cannons,” said the hunchback. “There’s a sign.” Then his face turned the color of the geraniums outside the library doors. […]

November 14, 2005

If Peggy and Becca turn up, a dozen kabobs are bound to rematerialize as pulpy orange puke. Ever since I roared out of town in […]

October 6, 2005

Alice went to college not far from where she grew up. The summer before she started her third year, her father announced that he had […]

April 14, 2005

They worked together at the college newspaper. She had thought he was kind of freaky at first, he was so short and spindly and bearded, […]

March 4, 2005

“I’m sorry.” -Letter 50 There are two things I will not do. I will not pry, and I will not tell a secret. It’s hard […]

January 24, 2005

Let’s talk about my days as a ballerina. Dennis Schubert, five-foot-two, lost and pimpled, stuck in a pair of battered flat shoes that my mother […]

November 17, 2004

Philip drove to the local hardware store and bought a truckload of recycled wood: smooth, solid wood that would endure the rain and snow. He […]

April 1, 2004

The day of the funeral was a beautiful day. Sun shining, birds singing, the whole works. Not exactly the type of day you expect when […]

April 1, 2004

Dull seconds markZd an eternity, So slowly doth the hands move o’er the face; Ne’er seen was clock of like austerity, Forgiving none, with tir’some […]

December 4, 2003

They say it started with a rumor. And so it did. In the pungent city of Dhaka, as sugarcane sellers peddle down the street between […]

November 7, 2003