Traditional (mentally-shackled) woman: I just feel bad after drinking. Alcohol makes me feel depressed the morning after.
Liberated (depressed) woman: Sounds like a skill issue.

“Are you there yet? Hello, dear. I’m on / my way, lost myself at the intersection / between the bottomless sea and the swan / that wanders between the traffic lanes.”

“He closed his eyes. Should he be praying right now? He wasn’t sure. He forgot to think about this part.”


A look at the late writer and his posthumous debut story collection.



A Nass writer digs into the emptiness of personality tests as a substitute for mental healthcare.


A Nass writer ruminates on her yearly pilgrimage to a small Florida town.



“The chunks of Amie’s life were too insignificant to be measured in Christ or Common Era. Even her birthdays seemed an inaccurate measurement of the passage of time.”

“It’s like this: carving rivers into your palm lines./How many times I’ve tried to wipe tears with remnants of the sky.”

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A Nass writer meditates on staggering levels of income inequality amidst excesses of wealth.
Traditional (mentally-shackled) woman: I just feel bad after drinking. Alcohol makes me feel depressed the morning after.
Liberated (depressed) woman: Sounds like a skill issue.