by TNSF | May 20, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 13
A folktale for back porches and slow nights; a tale for my Granddaddy. Cressie’s mama gave birth to her on the pew of the church. She lay back, split herself open for her child, then handed Cressie Girl to Big Ma before she passed on. It was a good thing...
by TNSF | Apr 22, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 11
He sat in the driver’s seat, wipers beat rhythmically leaving an annoying streak, the glare of Whole Foods green on the dash. The car idled in a busy lot facing the commuter cluster crawling to the burbs, but he didn’t notice. He was lost in thought – loud,...
by TNSF | Apr 1, 2020 | SFK Releases, Wherey'at?
Brownbagg Barleywine By Shotgun Joe aka Bob Mann Shotgun Joe by Bob Mann debuts this month! Purchase your copy on our web store. I am assuming that you, the brewer, are familiar with all-grain brewing, and terms like “tun,” “mash,” “sparge,” “OG,” etc, are not...
by TNSF | Feb 26, 2020 | Visual Art, Vol. 3, Issue 7
Oil, Acrylic, Mixed Media Medusa was a victim, but we don’t remember her as that. Individuals who are sexually assaulted and raped are not the ones to be blamed. The texts within this piece are all taken from news reports, individual accounts, and tweets talking about...
by TNSF | Jan 29, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 5
Forests collapse under the serrated jaws of the beast devouring the land and sky, curdling the atmosphere with its rabid hunger. It leaves graying pillars of salt and bone and crumbling buildings in its wake. When the air calms, it’s thick with strings of dust motes...
