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V is for Vindication

From Hell. Constantine. The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Sin City. V for Vendetta. To most people, this is a list of mediocre films. To a few people, these are also the titles of graphic novels. These five films are only … Read More

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Nasturtiums

“They were like glass eyes, not really looking at me but looking beyond me. And that was the moment the cold sweat washed over me. This wasn’t Max. He wasn’t here.”

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Here We Go Again

You might have heard that a half-black man named Barack Obama is running for President. This sounds ridiculous, but the last few weeks have revealed that some have not.

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Children’s Literature

Once upon a time in a little college town, there lived a boy named Mephen who loved to learn. He loved his grammar and his sciences and his maths and all he wanted was to devour as many books on … Read More

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Secondary Exposure

“Whatever the master could offer, it would represent just one millionth of the dog’s unreciprocated love.”

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Take Control of Your Body, Smash the Patriarchy

“In December of last year, I finally looked into alternatives. Part of that might have been motivated by an uptick in national conversations around accessible birth control, and part of it might have been that more of my friends were having these conversations too.”

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Why is Your Camera Off?: A Nass List

All the reasons you might see just a name inside a Zoom box.

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First-Person Scooter: Full Design

This week, the Nass surveys a hostile world, finds meaning in the senseless, and explores new ways to heal.

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Analyze This

Barack Obama–U.S. Senator and Democratic candidate for president–has, if nothing else, my entire extended, voting-age family in a polarized tizzy. My mother isn’t voting for Obama because of his smoker’s teeth–my uncle because his middle name is Hussein. My father likes his health care platform–his father-in-law is filled with warmth by his back story and earnestness. Me? I’m voting for Obama because he won a Grammy.

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Butterflies

I was eight, on the farm in India, catching butterflies. The pastel powder of their wings crumbled onto our fingers as we held them shut. We’d lift them up for examination, watch them wriggle, realize they were nothing but glorified ants, lose interest, forget we had lost interest and try to catch another one.

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Abyss

“Hypnotic / In the crayon-colored blue of her womb, a / Pale body bubbles and floats.”

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All In

“Then she got a glass of water, because really, it was almost 8:45 AM, she must be thirsty by now, and hydration is very important.”

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