A Cacophony of Swallows in Flight

April 5, 2025

Anthracnose: An Exodus

Leaves cascade from the oak,  to which my parents swore,  stems diseased  by my sins? I trace the veins anyway,  hoping they will lead me  to their quiet, promised land.   It lies within  a barren forest.  where whispers linger, … Read More

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A Cacophony of Swallows in Flight: Full Design

Check out our newest issue in collaboration with the Blacks Arts Collective here, or pick up a copy somewhere on campus!

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A Letter from the Curators

The Black Arts Collective is a group of Black artists on campus that come together to think about the world around us and create our responses to it. Across various mediums including painting, dance, sculpture, photography, and film, we have … Read More

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Letter from the Editors

Dear Readers,   This week, the Nassau Weekly and the Black Arts Collective try something new. As part of our efforts to link this campus’ artistic worlds, this special issue comprises content created by Collective members, which has been edited … Read More

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Auction

introducing the body  size thirty-four B tits, forty-four round hips slim twenty-nine-inch waist  thick thighs I used to once hate  a gap so spaced that words fly out of it a forehead so big you could play chess on it  … Read More

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Blackness in Residence

The Amistad sails a silent scream across the sea.  In its wake, a dark tapestry woven with violence.  Mouths in the hold lie open, inaudible, begging for the nothingness that is everything.    On this ship, terror lurks.  A violence … Read More

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Love Is

Love is an expression simple to understand but tough to maintain. It’s like a symphony of instruments  created individually but only complete together. The catch being that the notes are obscure. The sheet music is unscripted and all that’s left … Read More

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The Risk of Growing Old

What is the rush and rationale we feel to advance in our age?

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A Restaurant in Hayward

Mmm, linoleum floors, my favorite, I think.   It’s 7:30 am, according to the analog clock on the wall, and I’m officially pissed at being up this early  for my driver’s license exam.   “Window 10 is OPEN!” an older … Read More

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A Cacophony of Swallows in Flight

A flight to the Caribbean to escape the confines of Princeton.

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Ammo

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Trapped

The tracing of distress tailored against the coarse lining ripples and bumps engulf flickers of dim hope. The clashing dissonance overwhelms one boundary, edging to the brim of its inverse. The tracing persists. Wrenching and tugging at seams of a … Read More

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Okro anaghi eto kari onye kuru ya

Ma snatched me out her stomach on a Wednesday. My first day as abrupt as it could be Gather the elders, gather the aunties. Ma didn’t plan on having me They sang a song to put her at ease Her … Read More

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An Unparalleled Catastrophe, Ancestral Wisdom Made Flesh

The human brain coevolved with the emergent faculties of language and storytelling. Memory and narrative are not merely byproducts of cognition; they are fundamental to how we organize experience across time.  For humans, the physical body does not precede the … Read More

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A Cacophony of Swallows in Flight: Full Design

This week, the Nass shares the floor. Enjoy this special co-curated issue with the Black Arts Collective.

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