Byline: Zach Cohen

Hallucinogen-ic

R&B is experiencing a renaissance.

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Julia

The first text I sent you said “love me.” I had met you once, and sent it from your roommate’s phone. You were too cool to play it cool.

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Edison by Train Window

“Bread lying open face on the lightly dented
plastic, white table, the one you 
always see at bake sales.”

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Jewish Wisdom

Love, lust and etsah in the bubble

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Crossword #1

Check out the Nass’s first crossword puzzle!

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Poland Rising

“Why does it happen that our time in Warsaw culminates in this very room, face to face with a novel that seems, much like the Palace of Culture and like the current incarnation of the city of Warsaw, to plant itself resolutely on top of a history that has no monuments, no voice to speak for itself?”

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Telescoping Youth

Memories may fade as distance grows wider between ourselves and our young selves, but one thing remains constant: if we dig down deep into the recesses of our experiences, hold light up to the seeds of our current moment, brush off the dust, we might find something worth writing about.

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Water

“Why does silence always feel so violent between two people?”

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Generation

Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue—
In the picture I have of you, Melts in the wall.???
The idiot
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot,
your root,

I never could tell where you—
Put your foot—
For the hearing of my heart—
It really goes.

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The Problem of Power and the Prince

“Eisgruber’s case, while morally objectionable, is at least understandable in light of his position as University president. As one who answers to several conflicted parties, he must at times make concessions that, while consistently appealing to the least satisfying intersection of opposing parties, keep at least some subset of people happy. The Prince, unlike Eisgruber, is (supposedly) not a spokesperson for the University.”

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Telescoping Sleep

In the succeeding entries, we telescope our sleepy selves.

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When You Find Yourself

Reach for a hardcover book with his name
sprawled across the top. It’s only natural,
you consider, to be drawn in by philosophers whose
names you once pronounced phonetically.

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