Tissue paper face held over a match. Night dangles from rafters, perfume chemicals burn. Daylight burns like faces on the screen skin-soft, bleached and bloody. Picture this: grey background, rose buds flailing. Narrow angles abstract and brief … Read More
The week before the United States general election, we solicited short-form narrative nonfiction submissions from the Nassau Weekly community. We hoped to gather and serialize scenes, images, and glimpses from Election Day and the following week. We asked writers to … Read More
The sidewalk outside is wet. So is my swing hanging from the orange tree branches, and my pink boots by the door that hurt. I like to draw the same picture over and over, a different bedroom from mine scratched … Read More
(There’s something off about this moment, a beauty mark on the day. I’m feeling small and alone, far away from home and homesick for my car.) it is late october and a discarded napkin swirls in the wind, imitating … Read More
We haven’t learned the right tense: the cliché of red leaves falling, your choice of hazelnut cold foam atop my cold brew, that dead squirrel we mourned for because despite the newborn tents we couldn’t have brought her back. Why … Read More