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

In lieu of goodbye I send a tiny house in the mail, flimsy porcelain talisman a weak barricade. Like Joni I become cellophane, no personal defenses, the wrapper on a pack of cigarettes, the dirt on the road of your espresso cup — in sand in bone you will learn to drink it. I let…

“That could be anyone, I think. The beach, the cliffs, the moon, just something with a voice that sounds like Margaret. The ocean could have picked up her accent and dissolved it, carried what I know as Margaret—black hair, sports bra, raspy voice—and released its latent sound into the cold wind, back to me. A…


after a letter about a friend houston is warm and smooth and deep and dark and red. It is the feeling of holding a mug in two hands, of wrapping my hands around a lover’s lower rib cage and knowing this is…


In the first weeks of the academic year, many Black Princeton students noticed that what little presence they expected from their demographic was even lower than they had imagined. Those students looked around and asked each other… “Where are all the Black people at?!” Their observations were accurate. The Black student population decreased from…

“She stood there, shuddering in place. She shook from the cold, from the fear, from the pain. She shook for what she had lost — something she knew could not be put back. For she now understood that Fear was not something lodged in her chest like shrapnel, but rather something that was taken away.”

“I missed the opportunity to stay. And you missed the opportunity to ask me to stay. I am now in a foreign land. You actually have become fashionable.”

A Nass writer reflects on the morbid relationship between readers, editors, and the dead.

Dear reader, This week, the Nassau Weekly goes full tabloid. We embrace the scandalous, fixate on morbidity, and bury our noses into the low-brow formats of quiz and forum. When the tabloid began to roll off the presses, it tried to bring in a wider audience by condensing stories through simplified, abbreviated sentences, eye-catching photographs,…

I left the theater after seeing One Battle After Another struggling to catch my breath. Writer-director Paul Thomas Anderson advances the plot at breakneck speed, collapsing the film’s nearly three-hour runtime into what feels like one long action sequence. I watched former revolutionary Bob Ferguson’s (Leonardo DiCaprio) journey to save his daughter Willa (Chase Infiniti)…
Laid out before you are six covers from Nass history, plucked from our very own archive. Even since our first issue making its introduction in 1979, back when our forefathers had to manually and meticulously craft each issue with a Linotype machine, the Nass has never shied away from pushing boundaries. One of the boundaries…

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