Issues

The Watchtower | Poetry

by TNSF | Sep 23, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 22

The Watchtower Psalm 91 Dressed nice, they’ll clarify the things that come their way. In the name of the father or the mother they embody and become every lamppost, bus stop, mini-mall, stoplight, park bench, bodega, Burger King or light rail schedule edifice. All...

Finding Lost Things | Book Review

by TNSF | Sep 23, 2020 | Reviews, Vol. 3, Issue 22

Lost Girls: short stories by Ellen Birkett Morris ISBN: 978-1952816017 TouchPoint Press, June 24, 2020 140 Pages, $13.99   Lost Girls is the debut story collection from Louisville, Kentucky-based, award-winning author, Ellen Birkett Morris. She is the winner of...

Entropy #054 | Visual Art

by TNSF | Sep 23, 2020 | Visual Art, Vol. 3, Issue 22

This image is a multiple exposure of a derelict hospital and a wave. Like all my works in the series Paintings for a Robot, this piece was created by putting thousands of digital images into a video editing program. The images were then randomly merged together....

Human Dead Things | Fiction

by TNSF | Sep 9, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 21

She’s here again. An upper-crust dreamboat in heels. Her long blond hair like a ribbon flying behind her. Me, I like to slick my hair down and look like Twiggy minus the twigs. As I pull an earbud from my ear, I shut off the slicer and go to greet her. I know...

Decadence & Depravity at 50: Revisiting Thompson’s Gonzo | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Sep 9, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 21

Fifty years ago this spring, Hunter S. Thompson wrote the article, “The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved,” and assumed it would be the end of his career. “I have no story,” he told his illustrator, Ralph Steadman, in the days after they left Louisville. The...

White Dog on the Road | Visual Art

by TNSF | Sep 9, 2020 | Visual Art, Vol. 3, Issue 21

“White Dog On The Road” is something of a testament to wanderers, for dogs and ourselves. Roads provide a way to escape, to discover. Maybe we are leaving some place for a different future or fate. Maybe we are going home. Roads are endless, much like...