Author: nassauweekly

Lines we cannot cross: Full Design

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Bad Men, Suffering Women, and The Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain

“The more we view certain expressions of gendered being as untrue, the more we reinforce in ourselves and others that there is a ‘true’ way to be a woman or a man, trapping ourselves in the same conservative discourse we claim to abhor.”

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SURROGATE

Ava Adelaja’s poem was a finalist for the 2025 Nassau Weekly Poetry Competition.    SURROGATE For Pamela (Mimi)   I. Her hair’s somewhat intact, ruddy clumps on the skin, hanging like the sanguine bush-berries you’re not supposed to eat, tempting. … Read More

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A Bad Habit

“She turned her head and looked up at the thin cracks in the ceiling. Her eyes traced the ruptures above them and Lizzie wondered what it might make it collapse. He turned his head and grabbed her face so her eyes would meet his, touched his nose to hers.”

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On Sunday, go to the Pond and be selfish

Iman Monfopa Kone’s poem was a finalist for the 2025 Nassau Weekly Poetry Competition.    On Sunday, go to the Pond and be selfish    there you will find that there is no great mystery. and even though this morning, … Read More

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Nass List: We Need To Talk About…

  DAT PUSSY Das Pussi your fertile crescent Pregnant chicks kissing the tory’s new poetry section Queering the normal AI… how is no one talking about that?  the big beautiful BILL the big beautiful BBL how we are on a … Read More

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When Shall White Lilies Replace my Kalaniot?

The Kalaniot (poppy anemone) is a potent symbol for both Israelis and Palestinians: its red, white, and black petals and green stem match the colors of the Palestinian flag, while in the winter it famously blankets the Otef Azah region … Read More

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Diamond in this Room

We all want the melt of you the pulsing red ocean full of brine,  combed by pearly topsail shimmers   imagined to infinity but never really making slices, want to drive a four-fathom pike down and down and lose it … Read More

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Initiation Spins

“Some guy I must’ve known threw his hand over the glass to block me. He mouthed something I couldn’t hear, as if we were underwater, and tapped his finger on the side of the glass. Someone’s phone flashlight blinded me as it attempted to illuminate what was in it. Someone screeched.”

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After Kabul – Lutf Ali Sultani lives again

I   The cell was a nightmare. It was loud and hot and small — twelve square meters, if that. In the days of the former government it had only ever held one or two inmates at a time, but … Read More

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Allen’s New Kettle

“For a moment, Allen just stared at the kettle. The room felt smaller, like the air had thickened. He thought of Ryan, of work, of losing the job, and the apartment, and everything else, and then looked back at the kettle’s bright little screen, now a meadow in the wind, calm, and endless.”

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Spetses Sonnets

Avery Gendler’s sonnet series was awarded first place in the 2025 Nassau Weekly Poetry Competition. The poems demonstrated not only an innovative style but a commitment to consistent and beautiful language — making the old new again. Spetses Sonnets  I. … Read More

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