Nassau Weekly

Kevin Zou

  • Journal Square

    Journal Square

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    “At the edge of Jersey City is a field of black dirt. For one stretch of the field, two rows of thin, yellow shrubs run along an idle road, planted without any intention for longevity.”

  • Teeth

    Teeth

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    “He said something, but I couldn’t hear what. His face started to blur. Warm face, I heard my thoughts say. Warm face.”

  • Sunday Afternoon, April

    Sunday Afternoon, April

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    There is a tiny man in her hair and he is screaming at me. “Hello there!” He is screaming. “Please remove me from this strand of hair!” He is screaming. “This is a terribly inconvenient place for me to be right now!” He is screaming.