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  • Sprinkles

    Sprinkles

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    The construction guys are wearing neon hoodies and eating grilled cheese sandwiches, Sprinkled across the lawn like lobster buoys — “Confetti thrown from heaven,” you’d call them When I was on the boat and couldn’t sleep. If I went back now, Would I see you Eulogized in the harbor, Fêted with technicolor streamers? One of…

  • Poem for Tim Faust, who said that poems shouldn’t be about flowers

    Poem for Tim Faust, who said that poems shouldn’t be about flowers

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    This poem not about flowers just goes to show how far we’ve come since the days when people could practically not think without a daffodil, when in poetry a rose was not yet just a rose but always stood for some trivial catastrophe and unborn tulips blew the markets into bubbles. Those lily-livered vegetable-lovers (the…

  • For a COS Major

    For a COS Major

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    I am 1, she is 0, and maybe that’s all there is.

  • Odi et amo

    Odi et amo

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    Constellations of pale paned light lapse across shadowed walls as the din of street stragglers dissipates in the slums, appetites for fucking or for food finally mollified.

  • Hello, My Name Is ______.

    Hello, My Name Is ______.

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    I was seventeen. A senior second semester saturated with drugs, alcohol and bad decisions written off as “youth” had ended in a hospital bed on prom night, and, subsequently, in daily, forced AA meetings. I’d thought I was on top of the world: going to an Ivy League school, surrounded by friends, graduating top of…

  • Fears, Beers, and Freshman Year

    Fears, Beers, and Freshman Year

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    “Excuse me, do you have an extra cigarette?” I asked a woman outside New York Penn Station on my way home from Reunions in June. As I inhaled, the previous nine months began to transform from life to memory, things that were happening to things that had happened, becoming things that had happened to me…

  • The Source of Us

    The Source of Us

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    My sister started her coming-out process in eighth grade. My brother and I were in seventh. She entered her final year of middle school feeling alienated and afraid, so when the girl next to her in homeroom showed up with a print-out of Sid Vicious taped to her binder, Steph seized the opportunity to make…

  • The Shtup of Whatever

    The Shtup of Whatever

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    Sort-of gay frosh week.

  • 21 Club

    21 Club

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    Binge drinking in secrecy.

  • 21 Club

    21 Club

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    Editor’s Note: A 21 Club member from the distant past offered the Nass a brief glimpse into their ritual.

  • TI Classy-fied

    TI Classy-fied

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    Prospect’s frat house has got its weenus showing.

  • Marijuana, Maybe Wanna?

    Marijuana, Maybe Wanna?

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    If you are reading this article, you are surely already aware that April 20 marks the annual celebration of cannabis. In the spirit of the holiday, I would like to offer a little tribute to this strange plant that has enhanced our lives in such wonderful ways. Marijuana became illegal in America in 1937. The…