Wary customer: What flavors are th- oh, do you not want to know?
Adventurous customer: Sometimes it’s better not to know.

“…poetry ploughshares tombstones and headstones and footstones and no-stones, makes suffering beautiful and tasty…”


“If I don’t stop and take moments like this for myself, they will never take shape.”

A reflection on Brittani Telfair’s (‘22) poem, “On Orange Juice.”

Wherein the writer muses on the inevitable attraction of an indie favorite.

A science fiction glimpse into grief and imposter syndrome in the aftermath of cloning.

A study of photography, collage, and abstraction on the canvas.

“When are you going to honor the body that grips your soul, and bask in being whole?”


Dear Nass Community, During the upheaval and unpredictability of the past two years, the Nass has been a constant for both of us. While responding to the demands of the pandemic, this publication has moved from print to online-only and back, thankfully, to print. Throughout everything, our resilient team gathered twice each week and produced…

In the first issue of the forty-fourth volume, the Nass sends a missive to Cupid, traverses the world of Hommlet, and grapples with healing after near-death.

“When I was young, I plunged a fork through Reason’s knee, and smote her atop a hill with electrical pylons.”


“[I’m] trying to translate these moments, these kinds of stories that I want to tell, onto a plate.”

“I’m thinking, if I sit here long enough—all this professor’s time and energy and efforts will somehow culminate in my very own A paper. That’s all feedback is, right?”
Wary customer: What flavors are th- oh, do you not want to know?
Adventurous customer: Sometimes it’s better not to know.