by TNSF | Jan 15, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3 Issue 4
The voice on the end of the phone tells me to run a bath. His words dissolving in the stagnant air I inhaled. exhaled. inhaled. Fed up of that tiny process. Exhausting. Exhausted. I should just tell him I don’t have a bath. Maybe that’s the secret code. The five words...
by TNSF | Jan 1, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 3
Katherine. Bianca. The Old Widow. Petruchio. Baptista. Lucentio. Tranio. Gremio. Hortensio. Grumio. Biondello. Christopher Sly. (For a story all about how women are supposed to behave, there is a shocking lack of female representation.) When reading and directing...
by TNSF | Jan 1, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 3
in the religion native to west africa’s yorùbáland, olóòkun is the owner of all oceans. depicted with varying gender presentations both in yorùbáland and throughout the diaspora, olóòkun is also the protector of africans who were carried away during the maafa, the...
by TNSF | Jan 1, 2020 | Visual Art, Vol. 3, Issue 3
Digital Collage Before my granddaughter was born, a friend said, ‘A spring baby, how lovely…’ and the words stayed in my head. Months later, in the middle of a bleak, Scottish winter, I longed for flowers and working on this image was a welcome break from the snow and...
by TNSF | Dec 18, 2019 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 2
Randy and I stood at the edge of the living room, not putting a toe into the forbidden space. In the early morning dimness, the Christmas tree tinsel fluttered, enticing as sea anemone tentacles in current. “What did Santa bring?” Randy asked. In second grade, a year...
