by TNSF | Jun 19, 2021 | Stories, Vol. 4, Issue 7
Mebba told me once that in the south, Magnolia trees mean something different; to our people, anyway. Their stock and branches, thick and twisted between delicately soft blooms that almost make the trees seem beautiful. Almost. I visit her every summer, but this one...
by TNSF | May 6, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 12
you unknown root my wild card I had you, old woman with still-dark hair squatting by the wood stove hardly glancing at the tiny girl, the post-war baby. my daddy told me we were Blackfoot from you. so in cowboy games I wore backyard feathers. later in his dream west...
by TNSF | Dec 13, 2017 | Nonfiction, Vol. 1, Issue 6
How Southern Comfort Food Helped Me Find Home in My Adventure You are the bravest girl I know. This adventure is yours. My best friends’ words did laps around my mind as I stepped into the hordes of people in London’s Piccadilly Circus. It was November 2016, and those...
