Recruit who dropped their sport: Can I work in?
Regular student: Work in Stone? Frist? Campus Club? Work in where?

“I couldn’t discern an agenda, political, spiritual, or otherwise, and yet the novel felt anything but aimless. Primarily, it read and resonated like poetry.”


Speculative fiction with a dash of entitlement.


“Below, the sea was moonlight, bright as commercial breakfast milk. The tide pulled forward and back, morse code telling me all the ways to escape the sleepy town.”

This week the Nass delves into the world of international fandom, reflects on the bonds between body and earth, and strikes matches to make wishes come true.

An interview with the Québécois translator behind a francophone fan-base.


“I consider cleaning it / But a marble pattern of the last remnants of you is reassuring to stare down at ”


A listicle of bird-inspired sweet talk.

“The dead linger after their passing in the memories of those who knew them; this poem, however, lingers only on my hard drive, contextless and adrift in the sea of my thoughts and memories.”



“There is a sad symbolism to this game of catch-up, a sense of sprinting after an ideal that is perpetually out of reach.”
Recruit who dropped their sport: Can I work in?
Regular student: Work in Stone? Frist? Campus Club? Work in where?