by TNSF | Jul 29, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 18
The silver bean planted in the valley of her collar bones means new beginnings. Everything grows where she cannot see. She has just met the lady behind the counter, who tells her if she wears this necklace layered she should get it in a smaller size. But she wants it...
by TNSF | Jul 29, 2020 | Photography, Visual Art, Vol. 3, Issue 18
Maneater Trying to achieve self-love, but never quite getting there, we adorn ourselves with pretty things like jewelry. Currently, I am exploring what makes us human. Not our biology but our mind. I am primarily fascinated by what we choose to hide from the world and...
by TNSF | Jun 3, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 14
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by TNSF | Apr 8, 2020 | Visual Art, Vol. 3, Issue 10
Aboudaken My work dissects dominance, aggression and power dynamics through the lens of a culturally-enforced binary system. The Middle Eastern fem confronts pressure from both Western and Arab culture. There are rigid expectations enforced upon Arab femmes from both...
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...
