by TNSF | May 8, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 13
It was the year of the pig with no name. When nonno brought home a baby pig from the livestock market in Campobasso in the early Spring, he cautioned me not to name it. In previous years, including just a couple of months prior, I ended up squealing too when my...
by TNSF | May 8, 2019 | Best of Volume 2, Poems, Vol. 2, Issue 13
We heard that the war was coming. We heard we were the victims & we were the perpetrators & we were the problem & we were the future. We heard a television man was coming with his camera & his vest & his eyes squinting against a hatless skyglare....
by TNSF | May 8, 2019 | Visual Art, Vol. 2, Issue 13
301 Motel Much of my work is in photomontage and mixed media. This image is a synthesis of several I made as traffic crept slowly down 301 in north Florida. Some people don’t care for the cut-across route from I95, south of Jacksonville, over to I75. They say it’s...