Dear reader,
As we scatter across the world, some of our writers find peace in the warmth of summer sun, or vitality in the glow of a languid, multicolored evening sky. Others yearn for the relationships that only time and coincidence can forge.
But just as summer invites relaxation, it can also herald a time of isolation from our regular rhythms. This issue, our writers explore the moments of longing, grief, and frantic searching that can accompany this isolation. They demonstrate a tension between contentment with the present and nostalgia for the past or future… read more about the issue here
what do you get a man for his birthday “what is your love language?” father hugged me mother kissed me that is what you say when you don’t know how to love. I never had my room four eyes blinked at the ceiling. was this how I loved? the wings of fireflies and between stolen […]
By Aina Marzia
From the frontlines of mass deportation.
By Narges Anzali
“I poured my back into the solid wood and floated. I let the water stain my face. Let a wave engulf me on this bitter board of wood, let my elbows sink into the ocean that you loved so much.”
By Cathleen Marie Balid
The times are trying. Up is down, wrong is right, protein is in everything and we’re all CONFUSED ABOUT IT. Luckily, some of the Nassau Weekly’s readership has found the solution to fascism taking hold: vaping. Nearly two years ago, I released a list of vape flavors that Big Vape had been formulating in their […]
By Ellie Diamond
the sun sets its sorry self behind the dining hall & the clouds above the roof are pink like gently-used gauze. i close my eyes and try to remember how it feels when things are beautiful. on the widow’s walk at the tail end of may we held our breath. the sky lay with its […]
By Nell Marcus
Tracing creeping, tangling, choking vines swallowing cities whole.
By Elena Eiss
The year is 1996, and video games are turning the children into serial killers, Satanists, and sexual deviants. Enter Harvester, an obscure FMV title developed by DigiFX, which joins a long list of defunct adventure game studios from the 90s. Play as Steve Mason, an amnesiac teenager who wakes up in Harvest, Texas, in 1953. […]
By Harry Gorman
An afternoon of nothing and everything at once.
By Wendy Wang
This week, the Nass forgot it’s sunscreen at home, but we’re fine to shrivel and burn.
Two friends walk into a café…
By Jonathan Dolce, Sofiia Shapovalova
A laptop, a screen door, a sunset, and everything that is.
By Sasha Rotko
“She was looking for something not entirely visible, not entirely tangible, not entirely a glow-in-the-dark beetle whose bum lit up, but some kind of reminder that the strange and ephemeral can manifest as physical, biological.”
By Aiko Offner
Dear reader, As we scatter across the world, some of our writers find peace in the warmth of summer sun, or vitality in the glow of a languid, multicolored evening sky. Others yearn for the relationships that only time and coincidence can forge. But just as summer invites relaxation, it can also herald a time […]
By Alex Norbrook, Frankie Solinsky Duryea
