by TNSF | Jan 1, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 3
Katherine. Bianca. The Old Widow. Petruchio. Baptista. Lucentio. Tranio. Gremio. Hortensio. Grumio. Biondello. Christopher Sly. (For a story all about how women are supposed to behave, there is a shocking lack of female representation.) When reading and directing...
by TNSF | Jan 1, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 3
in the religion native to west africa’s yorùbáland, olóòkun is the owner of all oceans. depicted with varying gender presentations both in yorùbáland and throughout the diaspora, olóòkun is also the protector of africans who were carried away during the maafa, the...
by TNSF | Oct 23, 2019 | Poems, Vol. 2, Issue 25
Death Dresses A Death Doula? these words come with cop cars; hot frantic alarms incredulity The little girl insideme grew uphad kidsdied in your bed.(hysterical) This town ain’t big enough for the both of us anyway the he/him beard and my little ponies I...
by TNSF | Jul 17, 2019 | Stories, Vol. 2, Issue 18
The sign on the door reads Crying Boys Welcome Here. Inside, they are arranged in a circle, hunched on squeaky metal chairs, faces blurry like foggy windshields, twelve pairs of cheeks lobster-claw red. They hold paper cups filled with water poured from a decanter on...
by TNSF | Mar 13, 2019 | Best of Volume 2, Poems, Vol. 2, Issue 9
—a haibun after supper she sends us out to play in the yard & get our ya-yas out, one last hurrah of dirty bare feet & stinky little girl before bathtime, then storytime, then bedtime. Sissy & I had drippy popsicles & we ran to the farthest edge of the...
