by TNSF | May 1, 2021 | Stories, Vol. 4, Issue 6
Otis scarfed down meatloaf at the Golden Corral before he went home for the day. He was obese. He loved the buffets in Milwaukee, eating at those “All-You-Can-Eat” joints in furtive necessity on most days, like today, after he left work. He knew if he’d only eat...
by TNSF | May 1, 2021 | Poems, Vol. 4, Issue 6
In the damp cell in Valldemossa, Chopin sits at the piano, a smear of blood across his lips. George Sand, in trousers, stands beside him, cold cigar clinched in her teeth. The pomegranate trees shiver in the wind. The ceaseless rain drums the windowpane. He is...
by TNSF | May 1, 2021 | Visual Art, Vol. 4, Issue 6
Lxs Meninxs I miss this moment right here—that instant when you walk into a scene or see it develop in front of your eyes. You start to determine what’s going in that frame, composing. You instantly go into cyborg mode, analyzing the scene, your foreground,...
by TNSF | May 1, 2021 | Visual Art, Vol. 4, Issue 6
Something the Heart (colored pencil, India ink, coffee, 2020) In this illustration, the poetry and archaicness of “the heart of me” is preceded by a careless “something something,” as if the speaker is too distracted or tired to clarify their...
