Yale Daily News

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

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

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

Bill carefully slid the cloth back and forth four times. Four slow wipes with a clean, white rag. Four wipes a night, five nights a […]

September 25, 2003

Mrs. Kroplick, as everyone agreed, must not have realized that she was dying. For if she had, she would certainly have planned the funeral arrangements […]

April 24, 2003

They both seem out of place. In the middle of a depressed coal mining town in Appalachia, in the center of a spacious room, the […]

February 27, 2003

“Sometimes it’s best not to avoid the God-awful truth and just –“ Louisa James was not pausing from her work as she frankly uttered the […]

February 27, 2003

They say that you can never dream your own death, but last night I dreamed mine. I was driving along the Sawmill Parkway, a passenger […]

January 23, 2003

This is where she finds herself. On a corner, under a lamp, night, drizzling, waiting, Paris; the Hediard patisserie and a Burberry store closed behind […]

November 14, 2002