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A Gentle Thing

“The couple on the sidewalk embrace, face to face, covered in dusk. They stand so close together that the falling sun leaves the shadow of just one person on the concrete.”

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Drumthwacket: The People’s House

Nicknamed “The Peoples House,” the New Jersey governor’s mansion is located not in the capital city of Trenton but in Princeton — what are the implications of its geographic dislocation from the state’s citizens?”

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On the Steelers and making this place beautiful

The last time the Steelers won a playoff game was the first Trump Administration. Nothing’s changed. Everything has.

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It’s More than that Damn Phone

If the discontent people online have is due to some sense of displacement, then maybe this is what the Modernists were talking about.

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Dear Dad, Are You Flying?

How an actress found catharsis in a play to grieve and love her dad.

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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

Check out a copy around campus, or view the full design here!

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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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