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Jazz
We are in assembly. Voices intermingle with deep jazz that drips from speakers stationed all around the house. Something beneath my sternum vibrates silently. The lights are colder than I know you’d prefer. But I’ve got candles at home, with molten wax that oozes down far beyond the little sphere of gleaming honeycomb. We…
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Frog World
“Now, imagine you are a frog and you know that all your frog flesh and frog blood is shared with your frog brothers. What kind of frog would you be?”
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Three Years in the Shadow of Gaza
The Maher family escaped death, but what does it mean to rebuild what they’ve lost?
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Epilogue
In August, you were real and unreal. Lying on the floor in sticky heat, I wrote lines to you in my head, Crossed them out. As summer slipped I sensed the shape of you in fever dreams. I told my friends it’s like living with a ghost. Counting the days until October, When…
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Letter from the Editor
Dear reader, I’m rubbernecking, realizing the distance between me and the blazing highway wreck is wiry thin. I look into the fire as if I can see into it, gazing at an ending rather than just melting metal. There is always a source, someone or something before. Before the wreck, a tumble. Before the day,…
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Just a Little Deeper: Full Design
Check out a copy of the issue around campus, or see the full design below!
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the life and loves of a hopelessly unromantic artist
“i bit your fingertip. you tasted like cigarettes and irish whiskey and sweat—discordant, utterly unamerican, addictive.”
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Two Days and Two Nights
“Not long after that we realized there was little else to do where we were, so we stood up and headed out, us two boys stumbling through the cold night behind Mary.”
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Piece by piece, Korea Comes Back Through Jeanie Chang’s Clothes
From East Meets West (2021) & Metanoilepsis (2025) to Hôtel Tassel (2025).
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Nass Recommends: Voodoo (2000)
Voodoo reaches into a rich past to forge an even richer future. It’s a record that enacts the contradictions at the heart of its genre: neo-soul.
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In the Margin
“The curling ends of cursive letters reach toward something that is impossible to grasp. The problem is evident on the page: there is always a space between one thing and another.”
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Purgatory is in a West Village Walkup
“It was one of those topsy-turvy Wednesday evenings in New York when one feels like they’ve fallen through a manhole and landed in New Amsterdam: when everything feels offputting and unusual in occurrence.”

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