by TNSF | Oct 21, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 24
We kiss until my lips are swollen, vascular and pink in the rearview mirror, the Twenty Mile Bend a dark, open palm outside my windshield. We hunker inside my Camry like Eskimoes huddled in an igloo, encapsulated in our own ecosystem – humidity at our hairlines,...
by TNSF | Oct 21, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 24
TW: relationship violence *** Permineralization (n): the process of fossilization involving deposits of mineral-rich groundwater seeping into the cracks of buried organisms and solidifying We find my fossils in Glen Rose, Texas. My team, a group composed of one...
by TNSF | Oct 20, 2020 | Interviews, Vol. 3, Issue 24
Madeleine Sardina in conversation with DW McKinney Madeleine Sardina is a writer of all things weird and magical. She’s been published in Psychopomp Magazine, Entropy, 45th Parallel, and elsewhere. She’s also the author of the fiction collection Lonely...
by TNSF | Oct 7, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 23
The dream the man was having gave him the warm-fuzzies, the type of comfort that can only come from the things you love: a warm blanket, a favorite shirt or jeans, the feel of your child’s face between your hands. They were symbols of what was right in your world,...
by TNSF | Oct 7, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 23
I can’t tell you for sure if the bat bit me; it seems important to establish that up front. What I can tell you is that when I woke it was circling my head, letting out those high-pitched squeaking sounds reminiscent of a loose wheel on a shopping cart. It was dark,...
by TNSF | Oct 7, 2020 | Visual Art, Vol. 3, Issue 23
Pandemic Engulfment Acrylic on canvas, 14″ h x 11″w My current paintings explore appropriating elements from Abstract Expressionism, Surrealism, Color Field painting and Dream Work. It is my intent to empower the viewer’s mind, imagination and soul....
