by TNSF | Aug 11, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3 Issue 19
Mama would be proud of me. My skin soft from Olay, my head all full of confidence and water. Near enough to being a god like one of them mythic creatures she read me when I was too young to fill out a dress the way I do now. Legs thick. Butt looking good. Got the men...
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 | Feb 12, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 6
I want to be the flower plucked by that girl, the one she throws away after the picture. I want to be the honking car that almost hit the careless jaywalking boy ( i am that boy ). I want to be the shadow of that tree enveloped by buildings. I want to be that cloud...
by TNSF | May 22, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 14
I I remember your Jeep, lipstick-red and volume up, the feeling of you gunning it under my seat, speeding over the lake extending endless on either side of the one-lane road. The sunset painted the sky pink, and I remember thinking this is perfect, he is perfect, life...
