Vol. 2, Issue 23

i click my wrist bones / together / like two strangers / kept captive // i nosedive in friction / and curve with the depths / trapped in gaps / where i just / can’t / find / my voice

-Lydia Falls, “Legacy”

Mint Kisser | Visual Art

by TNSF | Sep 25, 2019 | Visual Art, Vol. 2, Issue 23

Mint Kisser This piece was inspired by my time living in the City of Brotherly Love. After growing up in the secluded hollers of the Appalachian Mountains, Philadelphia was new and inspiring, and I wanted to capture a small piece of it for myself. “Mint Kisser” is a...

Legacy | Poetry

by TNSF | Sep 25, 2019 | Poems, Vol. 2, Issue 23

Legacy i click my wrist bones together like two strangers kept captive i nosedive in friction and curve with the depths trapped in gaps where i just can’t find my voice yet, there— lain beneath...

Momma Taught Me to Hold a Grudge | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Sep 25, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 23

I can always tell when Momma’s about to drop some juicy gossip. I don’t see her much now that I’m grown and am creating a home of my own, but when she visits it’s like nothing has changed. Recently, she was in town, and we were sitting on the porch in the late...