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Alexander Margulis

  • Juicy Stuff

    Juicy Stuff

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    Alexander Margulis
    in Second Look

    Tales from the Princeton University Farmer’s Market, a place ruled by juices and jams

  • Denial: Full Design

    Denial: Full Design

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    nassauweekly
    in Full Designs

    Pick up a copy on campus, or check out the full design below!

  • LOST DOG.

    LOST DOG.

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    Sasha Rotko
    in Fiction

    “She imagined the dalmatian loved humans more than he loved dogs. She imagined him to be obsessed with fetch, to be the sort of dog who’d pause dinnertime to pick up a tennis ball. She imagined him to be sweet, to love scratches behind the ear and to snore when he slept.”

  • Pecan Pie Latte

    Pecan Pie Latte

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    Bella Capezio, Soa Andriamananjara
    in Essays

    Students review Sakrid Coffee Roaster’s curious Pecan Pie Latte: Delectable or disgusting?

  • Threefold Repetition Doesn’t Hold, Not Even A Stalemate

    Threefold Repetition Doesn’t Hold, Not Even A Stalemate

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    Lola Horowitz
    in Essays

    “The longest recorded chess match was two hundred and sixty-nine moves, over twenty hours. Mine has drawn on for three fraught years now, and it still persists.”

  • Sitting in Awkwardness: Translating Olga Ravn’s “De Ansatte”

    Sitting in Awkwardness: Translating Olga Ravn’s “De Ansatte”

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    Jonathan Dolce
    in Fiction

    Aboard the Six Thousand Ship, employee testimonies put the question of humanity on the forefront, disguising this philosophical inquiry within the mundane bureaucracy of workplace testimonials.

  • She is such a sad girl I don’t know what to do with her

    She is such a sad girl I don’t know what to do with her

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    Wendy Wang
    in Poetry

    In my dream I was making you pasta & nothing bad had happened to us yet you smiled and told me you would take these multivitamins & forget me.   In my dream I booked a flight to wherever you were & my visa expired as I stepped out the door so I unplugged the…

  • True Vision

    True Vision

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    Devonne Piccaver
    in Fiction

    “Their next destination, they believe, will uncover something staggering: a single place where the tides have converged the bulk of humanity’s discarded waste. They are determined to expose the truth.”

  • Yellow Bike

    Yellow Bike

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    Sophia McNamara
    in Poetry

    Going everywhere on that little yellow bike. To the base of mountains and looking up at the boundary where snow becomes rain. Retreat just below treeline on account of distant thunder. On the downhill a pebble could mean disaster, but make s-turns: wide and coltish. The chain whines and grates and spits out flecks of…

  • Letter from the Editor

    Letter from the Editor

    Oct 4, 2025

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    by

    Alex Norbrook, Frankie Solinsky Duryea
    in Uncategorized

    Dear reader, For the sake of self-preservation we often seek ways to evade burdensome truths. We paint over prickly facts and banish their stubborn consequences from view. What more effective place to encourage denial than a university, where to advance is to externalize variables with chilling calculation and optimize messy life into a few ordered,…

  • God, I Love My Happy Family: Full Design

    God, I Love My Happy Family: Full Design

    Sep 29, 2025

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    by

    nassauweekly
    in Full Designs

    Check out the full design of our newest issue below!

  • An Atheist Guide to Grief

    An Atheist Guide to Grief

    Sep 27, 2025

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    by

    Camila Villavizar Gomez
    in Fiction

    “Life had been returned to her—the one she squeezed every drop of, the one she did and redid in her stories when it was just the two of us in the living room of our first house.”

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