by TNSF | Apr 8, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 10
I thought cold rot would be better than warm rot, so I turned the breaker back on after the renters left a family’s worth of food in the fridge, but the heat got to it before I did, liquefied the butter and ice cream, pressurized the soda cans so that I had to...
by TNSF | Mar 25, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 9
Later, B’s sister would infuse the words today is a gift, tomorrow a blessing with meaning. Earlier, he’d think of her as he set up camp, tying his shovel to a low-hanging twig, making a ground nest for himself and his camper van. He braked it in the stubble of a...
by TNSF | Mar 11, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 8
One glove is all he can handle. Two screws set in his arm through the plate and bone. It was dark when it happened, that day in the mill house. The saw shrieked and sheared the blade, stopping with a fleshy thump between the radius and ulna, like the chop of a cleaver...
by TNSF | Feb 26, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 7
So Mariasha tells me we are going to a party a friend of hers is throwing. Triste? I can’t think of her name, she’s a friend of hers so I know she’ll look similar. Mari surrounds herself with girls that look like her, red-boned, thick, and with big hips. Made for...
by TNSF | Feb 26, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 7
He’s benevolent. He’s right. No, righteous. He tells Melanie her beautiful son with the bright red curls and pink cheeks—the newest parishioner—is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He shakes hands. He shakes his wife until her teeth crack together. He tells us, “In...
