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Rishi Nath

Rishi Nath is a mathematician and writer. Originally from Boston, he lives in and writes about Jamaica Queens. Rishi is a former Open City Creative Nonfiction Fellow.

By Rishi Nath:
Exit West: An Interview with Ishmael Reed
Fact/Fiction
The Physics of Storytelling
Jah Guide Me Through
Always Foreign, Always Brown
The Talented Master Khan
Everything Is a Surface
Vish and Dev: Undocumented in Richmond Hill
Anatomy Of A Fuel Shortage: The Hess Station on Liberty Avenue in Queens
Land of The Beavers: A Conversation With Queens Historian Carl Ballenas
Scenes From Sandy: South Queens Recovers, Slowly
Queens Stand Up: The Essential Reading Guide on Hip-Hop’s Forgotten Borough
Ghetto Qu’ran: South Jamaica Through The Life Of 50 Cent
Bebi Rejendra, Student
The Neighborhood You Know Nothing About
Five Boroughs, Seven Killings

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