Byline: Mina Quesen

Letter from the Editors

Oh, wow, is that the time? We’ve gotta get out of here! (A letter upon our departure from the throne of the Nassau Weekly.)

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Wanderer

A glimpse through a tear in the multiverse.

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On Fanning Flames and Drowning: A Reflection of Grief and Fury

“I cannot unlearn that my fury is not just something that sparked and never died. It is born out of mourning. “

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The Sculptures that Surround Us

Brief descriptions of artistic objects you walk past on Princeton’s campus.

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Hikari

“When electricity crawls across them / They glow in eerie light / Or crack in spiderwebs”

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The Brooklyn Art Salad: Mold, Tulips, and Kale

“The multi-media nature of the work invites viewers to do more than just reflect on what they see: to engage with it through their own experimentation.”

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The Dictionary of Identities

“When the word ‘diversity’ enters the conversation, I am to be made an example and a representative…. It’s as if I cannot possibly be content simply existing”

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Dreams of Ghosts

“Below, the sea was moonlight, bright as commercial breakfast milk. The tide pulled forward and back, morse code telling me all the ways to escape the sleepy town.”

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Stretchers

“They are not allowed to know the embrace of the sisters next to them”

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Where the River Runs II

The second part of a speculative fiction piece about heritage and rivers in a world without patriarchy.

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The Lakes: On Walden and Waldo, FL

A Nass writer ruminates on her yearly pilgrimage to a small Florida town.

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Vines, Pt. 2

The dramatic conclusion to a serialized tale of owlery.

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