by Aliyya Swaby | Jul 20, 2015 8:18 am | Comments (10)
Jesse Okeke used to drop trash around his neighborhood. Now a Dixwell “ambassador,” he doesn’t litter anymore—because he’s the one picking up trash from the street.
by Stephanie Addenbrooke | Jul 15, 2015 1:54 pm | Comments (1)
A team in green will be once again be canvassing New Haven streets this summer, hoping to improve the city’s energy efficiency.
by Markeshia Ricks | Jul 14, 2015 4:00 pm | Comments (15)
If something isn’t done about a massive mulch lot that has sprung up in his neighborhood, Miguel Santiago said, he’ll need to move from the Blake Street apartment he’s lived in for 12 years.
by Paul Bass | Jul 13, 2015 7:06 am | Comments (1)
A controversial auto junkyard passed a surprise inspection this week, but was ordered promptly to seek legal permission to continue operating.
by Paul Bass | Jul 10, 2015 12:06 pm | Comments (18)
Litter-weary Grand Avenue neighbors took to the street—with rakes and brooms.
by Sebastian Medina-Tayac | Jul 9, 2015 3:02 pm | Comments (1)
A West River business that cleans clothes may be making the waterways a bit dirtier—but not enough to concern regulators.
by Paul Bass | Jul 6, 2015 5:05 pm | Comments (3)
The city has ordered a Fair Haven auto-wrecking operation to clean up a public street it illegally turned into a junkyard.
by Brian Slattery | Jun 17, 2015 3:14 pm
“I dreamt that I was walking with hundreds of people down LA-1 towards Grand Isle,” wrote Nick Slie of Louisiana-based music and theater troupe Mondo Bizarro, about the inspiration for Cry You One. “It was the last day we could all live in Southeast Louisiana and we were parading from New Orleans. Everyone I consider an important part of my Louisiana experience was present, all carrying meat and vegetables. When we arrived at the beaches of Grand Isle, the most renowned Louisiana chefs took our food and placed it in the world’s largest gumbo pot as we all walked towards the Gulf. At the water’s edge were hundreds of rafts, each with a famous Louisiana band. We then decided which raft we wanted to leave on, said our goodbyes and off we went, into the Gulf, never to return to Louisiana.”
by Markeshia Ricks | Jun 16, 2015 8:11 pm
Elecya Ward, who hadn’t worked in a garden before, eagerly named what she and fellow New Horizons students had planted in a formerly vacant lot next to the school: “Tomatoes, broccoli, spinach and onions.”
by Lucy Gellman | Jun 16, 2015 2:44 pm
“The spring, the summer, / The childing autumn, angry winter change / Their wonted liveries, and the mazèd world, / By their increase, now knows not which is which,” Titania cried, raising her voice to the heavens as a summer –– or was it winter? Or spring? –– storm unfolded around her bared, gleaming shoulders. Lightning cut through the trees; wind moaned as branches crashed to the ground. She was in full control of her element now.