by TNSF | May 22, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 14
I I remember your Jeep, lipstick-red and volume up, the feeling of you gunning it under my seat, speeding over the lake extending endless on either side of the one-lane road. The sunset painted the sky pink, and I remember thinking this is perfect, he is perfect, life...
by TNSF | May 22, 2019 | Stories, Vol. 2, Issue 14
There were four of us girls, three redheads of various hues and me, the oldest. I had decided years ago the business of hair dying took up more time than I cared to devote to vanity and had let the gray take over. We were gathered in the foyer of the local Baptist...
by TNSF | May 22, 2019 | Visual Art, Vol. 2, Issue 14
Self Portrait The artist as a clown, now deconstruct. (Click on the image for a high-resolution version.) David Weinholtz is an Artist living in Brooklyn, NY. His work continues to be inspired by the ever fascinating urban world in which he has lived for almost...