Nassau Weekly

Roya Reese

Ache

Apr 9, 2026

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Roya Reese

in Fiction

“Tom walks to the window. He stares out of it for a moment—at the trees, the light, the coffee shop across the street, what Mona must see when she sits and writes. He wonders briefly if she thinks of what she’s looking at, or if her mind is always elsewhere, crafting a story.”
No machine

Nov 22, 2025

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Roya Reese

in Poetry

In lieu of goodbye I send a tiny house in the mail, flimsy porcelain talisman a weak barricade. Like Joni I become cellophane, no personal defenses, the wrapper on a pack of cigarettes, the dirt on the road of your espresso cup — in sand in bone you will learn to drink it. I let…
“When I come down off this mountain”: concealment in popular queer film

Sep 27, 2025

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Roya Reese

in Essays

As Roya Reese treks through layers of concealment, the Nassau Weekly is with her every step of the way.
Teeth

Nov 21, 2024

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Roya Reese

in Essays

Meditations on Didion, Rooney, Shakespeare, and tooth extraction
What We Know

May 23, 2024

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Roya Reese

in Essays

Meditations on learning Farsi at Princeton, with the department’s only professor