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Symphysis

At midnight I woke membered to the night with violent blood and pale gashes swimming wild courses through the dark. Some blast from my dream rang shrilly over my ears like frantic veils.

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The Immigrant Daughter Speaks

I’m not going to force your name–– Mother → Mommy → Eomoni → 어머니 → Eomma →  엄마–– because I never called you that. I never called you anything. For all your shifts    you were the same, twisting every … Read More

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Letter from the Editors

It’s the last issue of the semester, and we’re mixing metaphors like water and oil: the Nass’s regular season is over but the playoffs have just begun; it’s high-noon and we’re taking a little siesta, but we’ll be back soon; … Read More

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Post-Post-Modernism: Full Design

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Homecoming 1970

Coming to America, your dad found God and mine found Bruce Springsteen.

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Wait For Me: Full Design

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Letter from the Editor

At this time in the year, one starts to think about escape — a dreamy kind of escape, from stuffy rooms into warming air and budding trees; and a more wishful kind to cope with the sense of unravelling that … Read More

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aubade for egg time-lapse

after Alan Michael Parker it starts as a rash  hungover  past the yellow  line i blur into a  stroller on the far platform we threw out  anything remotely half-used: my bedsheets lay limp, like  bedsheets egg whites crease on themselves … Read More

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Partly Cloudy

A Nass writer confronts a riddle of imagining and searches for its solution.

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transversion

Building a whole body and filling it with love.

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Pantoum, (pantoum) pantoum.

Yes to the catchup, I saw your text,  I’m just not sure about which day I’m free yet, but I’ll reply soon No, of course. No worries. Looking forward!   But I’m just not sure about which day  My hands … Read More

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Howling in this Moment

after “Howl” (1956) by Allen Ginsburg   I saw the best minds of my generation  locked-in scribbling syllables at desks  in the basement C floor of Firestone library  covered in a lifetime’s layer of dust, who skipped last month’s Labyrinth … Read More

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