Nassau Weekly

Fiction

  • February 11th

    February 11th

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    “Eden nearly cries as she is drinking her quad-shot honey iced latte and studying photos from the Carlisle Indian Industrial School.”

  • Haircut City

    Haircut City

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    “Since their first afternoon in Mexico City, she had taken to calling the neighborhood Haircut City, privately, suspecting that neither Julian nor Oscar would find it funny, or more humiliatingly, that they might find it very funny indeed.”

  • Guardian Angel

    Guardian Angel

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    “You’ve never spoken to me. All those times that you looked at me, were you really looking at me?”

  • Mallard

    Mallard

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    “She was born and raised in a home without electricity or heat or floors, but now one of her sons was a representative in the Missouri House, the highest a Mallardian had ever climbed.”

  • On Place and Belonging

    On Place and Belonging

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    “Tiny. Empty. Hole. Hole or vacant. Empty/needing. I need to check my emails.”

  • Something Akin to Reverence

    Something Akin to Reverence

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    “I met him in Twin Lakes, a little village flanked by Mt. Elbert and La Plata, shrouded in fine windblown silt and smoky violet.”

  • Womb Seed

    Womb Seed

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    “Private William Wright shot himself this morning, the apprentice informed with the aloofness of an incoming telegraph. He had been diagnosed with scabies.”

  • gravity

    gravity

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    “Claudia was born in Fresno, the ass crack of California, amidst almond trees and the stench of slaughtered cows. She spent forty years scrubbing that smell from her skin since moving to Hollywood.”

  • Space May Produce

    Space May Produce

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    “It was a bad phase for us. She talked less of her work, and the dinner parties spaced themselves out like our bodies in bed at night. We tried, of course, in bursts of desire which came from compromise and mutual weakness, from moments when our problems didn’t seem all that threatening, but then I’d…

  • Night Atlas

    Night Atlas

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    “If you took the highway and hiked the trail and camped out three days three times over very carefully it took a long time and finally it would be light, and then you could go to sleep, if you were in a place where you could sleep in the daylight.”

  • Noble Motives, a Greek Tragedy

    Noble Motives, a Greek Tragedy

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    Characters WATCHMAN CHORUS of Naxian Elders AGATHON, candidate for Keeper of the Hearth EURYKLES, Steward CASSANDRA, scribe of the Naxian scroll FURIES ATHENA Scene: The island-city of Naxos, before the Hall of Naxos. The WATCHMAN is on the roof. WATCHMAN Deathless gods, with bloody tears I plead: grant respite from my plight, from Naxos’s roof,…

  • Angel Days

    Angel Days

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    “We were never close while he was alive. That’s why I’m putting in all this effort now, to make up for all my years of being a bad son.”