Letter to a Stranger: To the Man Who Stole My Donuts | Fallon Repeta
The traffic lights blurred together in a paralyzing panorama. The scene through my windshield spun like a roll of film.Continue Reading
The traffic lights blurred together in a paralyzing panorama. The scene through my windshield spun like a roll of film.Continue Reading
A pleasantly warm March evening greeted tech geeks and professional developers as they ventured to downtown Hartford for the monthlyContinue Reading
John Bell glides through the crowd that is marveling at the many forms of Shakespeare puppets on display at theContinue Reading
A thin, black polyester commencement gown is a rite of passage for graduating seniors. Not to mention the caps decoratedContinue Reading
“Why don’t you just vote? Why don’t you use your vote?” the club president in her pink North Face jacketContinue Reading
On a Thursday afternoon in November 2015, an elderly politician dressed in a black suit, his remaining white hair combedContinue Reading
The bustle of first lunch period fills the halls of Coventry High School. I’m four years removed from the awkwardContinue Reading
The humanities of today have become a misunderstood topic. The idea that the conversations are still surrounded by Plato’s distinctionsContinue Reading
Name: Benjamin Shanklyn Age: Late twenties Occupation: Graffitist I do artistic vandalism. I go to abandoned buildings. We call themContinue Reading
On Colony Street in downtown Meriden, Connecticut, local artists teach classes to each other at Gallery 53. The redbrick, three-storyContinue Reading