Leaves of Nass – Full Design
This week, the Nass considers Judaism, documents our living spaces, and separates fiction from fact.
Jew-ish: A Brief Reflection on Identity
A Nass writer reflects on his complicated relationship to his Jewish identity.
Please Don’t Touch
“For who would not want to /
stroke the smooth plane of her face?”
Song of My Studio
“Most days I whack my shinbone on the coffee table /
When friends come over we drink whiskey and forget the rules of chess”
The Turtle
The Nass enters the wide world of surrealist fiction.
Transient Stupor
A photo essay as a chronicle of decay.
A Mysterious De-Personing
“More than a few miles from home, I conclude this first sliver of college convinced of the notion that I’m more fiction than fact. Now more than ever, I feel like a character, and not a good one.”
Why is Your Camera Off?: A Nass List
All the reasons you might see just a name inside a Zoom box.
Portrait of a Stranger
“and the paint’s thin enough / to show silver peaking / and wildflowers that cut / deep into her sides”
Someday I’ll Come Back to Peter Taylor
“Remember how lovely / Your dreams once were, filled with sandcastles /
made from stolen buckets on a beach /
Long since nationalized.”
Oeuvre Reviews: Josh Malina in “View From The Top”
A Nass writer takes another dive into the work of her favorite B-list actor.
Godzilla on the Page
“i am timeless! un- /
stoppable! godzilla /
on the page.”
“I’m Art” in the Basement of a Chilled Water Plant
A photo series.
Hypochondriac
“my fingernails scratch at you under /
my hide, like hives or a rash or some /
other disease.”