By Victor D. Infante
There’s a rhythm to winter in New England, the way it transforms a day into a week, a week into a month. The way you begin to assume nothing will happen as planned, the way you’re … Continue reading→
Awards season is upon us, and the confluence of nominations for both Best of the Net and Best Indie Lit New England being due has given us cause to review our entire past two years’ worth of work. It’s moments … Continue reading→
…and all the host of them.
By Mariya Deykute
We waited for something to happen to us. Moscow glittered like the Snow
Queen’s palace. Wet blubbery things reached through the Kremlin. Parents
traveled with plaid bags large … Continue reading→