A letter from the editor celebrating the release of the seventh issue of the semester.
by Mina Quesen on November 14, 2021
“Nostalgia is a luxury that I’m willing to pay any price for, and these grocery stores sell it all.”
Wherein a Nass writer ruminates on an experience with an alternative dairy product.
by Mina Quesen on October 31, 2021October 30, 2021
A Nass writer ruminates on her yearly pilgrimage to a small Florida town.
by Mina Quesen on September 19, 2021September 18, 2021
“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”
by Mina Quesen on April 4, 2021April 4, 2021
“They are not allowed to know the embrace of the sisters next to them”
by Mina Quesen on March 7, 2021March 7, 2021
The dramatic conclusion to a serialized tale of owlery.
by Mina Quesen on February 28, 2021February 28, 2021
“Is it too late to go around asking strangers for tylenol?”
by Mina Quesen on February 21, 2021February 21, 2021
“To erase the blankness, / masked the cleaner’s sting / with lavender and sage, / found places for my mother’s / good omens”
by Mina Quesen on October 4, 2020October 3, 2020
“When electricity crawls across them / They glow in eerie light / Or crack in spiderwebs”
by Mina Quesen on July 28, 2020July 28, 2020
“Despite being intended to clear his name, the response instead came off as spiteful and cruel. It did little to save his reputation, especially since his letters tell another story.”
by Mina Quesen on April 12, 2020June 30, 2020
“This was never going to be a simple game with a clear winner. From the start, this boxing match was set up to be a rivalry. It would last nineteen years and counting.”
by Mina Quesen on February 16, 2020February 14, 2020
Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?