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It’s Getting Late: Full Design

Mar 26, 2026

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nassauweekly

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Letter From The Editor

Mar 26, 2026

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Narges Anzali

in Letter from Editor

Dear readers, The second piece that I wrote for the Nass was a piece about the summer I spent in Iran visiting my relatives before my freshman year at Princeton. It struck me even then as a country on the edge of disaster; it has now toppled off of the tightrope. The US-Israeli war…
Social Climbing

Mar 26, 2026

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Alexander Margulis

in Second Look

Notes on Princeton’s Outdoor Action Climbing Wall.
Kitty

Mar 26, 2026

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Ev Wellmon

in Fiction

“Penny had now reached the agent. She meowed. He didn’t look down. She meowed again. He said hi, but nothing more. He must not have children, Jess thought. Then, channeling David, she amended: He’s probably had a long day.”
moving/dream

Mar 26, 2026

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Ziyi Yan

in Poetry

two things are unique to a home: writer’s block and wetting the bed. in sleep my adult teeth pushed each other from my mouth like dominos. you held me, a wrinkled fetus with long hair– we can laugh at…
On Bulls and Books

Mar 26, 2026

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Louise Sanches Barbosa

in Essays

The Story of Ferdinand and censorship in Franco’s Spain.
Sea Lion Caves

Mar 26, 2026

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Sasha Rotko

in Fiction

“Every day, people lived and were happy in the aftermath of their mistakes. Eli made plenty of mistakes, lived, and was happy. Danny was careful and made none.”
At the Precipice of Gugelmania

Mar 26, 2026

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Mannix Beall-O’Brien

in Essays

You want a gugel and you want it now—a fashion analysis.
Battle of the Sexes

Mar 26, 2026

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Lola Horowitz

in Fiction

“Eleven was a liberating age because I had no hesitancy. My world was folk rock and grasslands, it was as large as Jackie, and I never questioned those bounds.”
If I Forget Thee, O Tantura

Mar 26, 2026

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Shayne Cytrynbaum

in Poetry

If I forget thee, O Tantura, let my right eye wither, For having witnessed the beauty of your beaches, But not the village that once stood by the sea Among pottery shards and murex shells And white lilies and sea-lavender and crimson kalaniot And little round stones sitting atop big flat stones, That my people…
Dead Name Tally

Mar 26, 2026

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James Morales

in Essays

Dead and chosen names—on painstakingly keeping score.
Prometheus Re-Done

Mar 26, 2026

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Callisto Lim

in Poetry

Lift his body, the paramedics tell me. Hold him in your clay arms. When the firemen come, go sit among the planter pots, do not remember the shape of that char-black body bag nor the walls of that lime-white crematorium. Instead remember the stories he told you, his humid jungle and 12-count brotherhood. Tell…
Liberosis: Full Design

Mar 5, 2026

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nassauweekly

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Letter From The Editor

Mar 5, 2026

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Sasha Rotko

in Letter from Editor

Dear friends, I’ve been listening to this song over and over again called “Stay Home” by American Football. There are only a few lyrics, but they go: Don’t leave home again If empathy takes energy Funny, though, because where else to empathize but home? If I could, I’d take off and fly…
Le départe

Mar 5, 2026

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Michael Grasso

in Fiction

“The sun is thrashing against the windows now. Your departure has me fixing myself a tomb.”

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