Byline: Joel Newberger

in the morning, in the light

Breath-poem.

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Beach Baby

Rarely is one so revised by experience, which like a river washes away the calcified sand of the soul to describe itself there anew. Rare, too, is the ability to recognize this revision. School had just ended, its shoulder-weight just … Read More

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From the Editors

You are so thirsty. You may even be dehydrated. Scorching was the summer that just past, and wet classes and wet friendships are not yet arrived. But relief is near. For if you are reading the Nassau Weekly—and we surmise that you are reading the Nassau Weekly—you are about to become rather damp.

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Peaches and Penumbras

Independent life and the lesson of Ginsberg.

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The Somewhat Sterile Projectors

Reviewing the Dirty Projectors’ newest.

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The dead earth sighs,

Poem.

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Fresh Reflects

“I never change; I’m too stuck in my ways.” There is a hope that we forget that “corrupt but necessary” college admissions process once in college. This, of course, is hypocritical and hopeless, for who hasn’t heard that kid boast … Read More

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Peer Review

Joel edits Will’s college essay.

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De Sabbatina

At school, I no longer had to wait. I was free to do as I pleased and ceased observing the day altogether. But strangely, immediately, Shabbat presented itself to me in a transfiguring light, the radical antidote to all that displeased me here.

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Beauty Decontextualized

The Program in Dance’s Spring Dance Festival: expertly choreographed works performed by accomplished student dancers at the Berlind Theater. There, I sat and stared at the stage. There, danced young men and women, their figures silhouetted against the backdrop, their motion passionate and firm. I sat next to my dear friend, who is herself an accomplished dancer.

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Erysipelas

A poem for your brambled mind.

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The Somewhat Sterile Projectors

Reviewing “Gun Has No Trigger” in the shade of the past.

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