by TNSF | Oct 7, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 23
I can’t tell you for sure if the bat bit me; it seems important to establish that up front. What I can tell you is that when I woke it was circling my head, letting out those high-pitched squeaking sounds reminiscent of a loose wheel on a shopping cart. It was dark,...
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 | Apr 22, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 11
The Mississippi River is a tapestry of waterways and swamps from which the strangest legends in the nation have mingled and emerged, bluesmen whose music has created madmen and giants in nearly every other music industry. The mythic, the cryptic, the brutal flows from...
by TNSF | Apr 8, 2020 | Poems, Vol. 3, Issue 10
I thought cold rot would be better than warm rot, so I turned the breaker back on after the renters left a family’s worth of food in the fridge, but the heat got to it before I did, liquefied the butter and ice cream, pressurized the soda cans so that I had to...
by TNSF | Mar 25, 2020 | Nonfiction, Vol. 3, Issue 9
The second time Obama Fever flared, I was going on three months in Wilmington, North Carolina, struggling to find a foothold in my new setting and not at all fitting in. I’d felt a sort of unbridled optimism during Obama’s 2008 campaign, from “Yes We Can” as a slogan...
