by TNSF | Jan 1, 2021 | Stories, Vol. 4, Issue 2
Auntie Lu was drunk. It was a sloppy, uncontrolled inebriation, a stumble off the edge of propriety rather than a purposeful dive. Not that anyone was here to judge her, not tonight. After all, allowances had to be made when a woman lost her sister. The rest of Vida’s...
by TNSF | Jan 1, 2021 | Stories, Vol. 4, Issue 2
In Myrtle Beach during the early summer of 2017, heretofore identified only as the days without time, my friends took to laughing at mini golf courses with water spurting from the mouths of enamel-coated dragons, vacated beachwear warehouses still boasting names like...
by TNSF | Jan 1, 2021 | Nonfiction, Vol. 4, Issue 2
Most Southerners know that some questions should never be answered with pure honesty. Take the question, “Does this dress look good on me?” If we know that our dear friend has simply inherited genes from their daddy’s side, then we know that there’s not much to be...
by TNSF | Jan 1, 2021 | Stories, Vol. 4, Issue 2
1. My grandma bought a trailer on the county line and left it to mom when she passed and I suppose if I wasn’t locked up I could lay claim one day. The old widow that collected lot rent always told us they weren’t trailers they were mobile homes but that was about the...
by TNSF | Dec 1, 2020 | Visual Art, Vol. 4, Issue 1
Easing Restrictions I like the edge of things. Edge as in poignant and slightly threatening and edge as in interconnection. I like things that already exist. It’s not just about my ecological stance and the future but about mystery and the past. This piece,...
by TNSF | Dec 1, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 4, Issue 1
“No one knows what karma awaits us, But what we sow now will be reaped in lives to come; that is certain. So be kind to one and all And don’t be biased, Based upon illusions regarding gain and loss.” “The Mani Man” from The Snow...
