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, Volume 2 Best Of Pt 2
—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...
by TNSF | Feb 27, 2019 | Southern Lit Presents, Vol. 2, Issue 8
Breaking Out of Dark Glittering Corners Juliana Huxtable’s poetic style is bold, unapologetic, and very in your face. She proclaims her words with all capital lettering that refuses to ease up for the reader. She writes proclamations from her soul and throws them like...
by TNSF | Jan 16, 2019 | Visual Art, Vol. 2, Issue 5
Anonymous Trampers Collage and embroidery thread on canvas. 8”x8”. In my work, I examine the concept of identity as an assemblage of influences, challenging conventions in popular culture from a woman’s perspective. My paintings are portraits and parts of the face...
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