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Meandering into a Miraculous Metaphor

Meandering into a Miraculous Metaphor

(Editor’s Note: The photos are of the exhibits of students enrolled in art and design classes at Austin Peay State University. Photos by Sean Siple : Nashville Skyline.) Love was definitely that time when my three closest friends, We were all so broke,and we all made our lives together, Proceeded to make me feel like...
Dear Art & Soul,  ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche

Dear Art & Soul, ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche

I feel your energy when I cross your threshold Palpable Washing over and through me. Residue of the soul work The breaking open The seeds planted And grown in your embrace.   Cocooned in your bright bosom, in an explosion of color and texture, you offer A respite from the grit of activism The physical...
The Relationship Between Mass and Luminosity - by A. Almond-Harvey

The Relationship Between Mass and Luminosity – by A. Almond-Harvey

as my love for you grows I understand that you have a universe of your own which is far too vast for me to travel in one life  and yet, you have gifted me the room to be a star in your sky to command wells of gravity flowing around my point in time and...

TORN – by Anna Gorisch

we weren’t so much cut from the same cloth as ripped from it frayed edges, loose threads two pieces of a whole that would never quite fit together but the feeling of being with someone as broken as beautifully messy as awkward and kind as quirky and playful as me seemed meant to be so...
One day, Love sneaked up on me.  ~ by Kristen Hubbard

One day, Love sneaked up on me. ~ by Kristen Hubbard

This morning begins like most: Me looking out the Eastern facing bedroom window to watch the sun rise. Today, my early awakening is rewarded by a beautiful, red, scintillating sky-scape through the trees – far away from here, on the distant horizon. Smiling, I continue in my morning habits, shifting this, folding that. I cross...
Kodachrome - Snap, Click - Understanding

Kodachrome – Snap, Click – Understanding

What is better than live theater when it comes to getting a human to contemplate life — and death? Maybe church, meditation, or yoga… but in a time when attention spans are so clipped close to the neuron, one could argue that dangerously live, up-close and personal performances offer an above-average backdoor entry into a...

“Tick, Tock, Rock . . .” By Brandy A. Rogers

Press Play for the audio. Read along 😉  or Listen away.   Tick, Tick, Tick Nervousness in the Tick Kindergarteners at the circus Running Amuck & mocking me Tock, Tock, Tock Knocking at the door Trying to find a rhythm Like Poe’s Hopeless LeNore Or…   Tick ,Tick, Tick Tock, Tock, Tock Rock, Rock, Rock...
It's A Thing ~ by Jill Massie

It’s A Thing ~ by Jill Massie

“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back”, perplexed her as a child. Her mother was already dead. But the warning seemed tremendously important. So, she avoided the cracks. At all costs. Even to the point of tiptoeing on tiles so as not to touch the grout lines. It was tremendously important though she did...
Hunger - by Anna K. Gorisch

Hunger – by Anna K. Gorisch

The Queen had a gift. She could communicate much more clearly through silence than through speech. Her words turned out to be meaningless, useless bullshit. Sentences sent you in circles, paragraphs perplexed. With words, she simultaneously conveyed admiration and disgust, her smile a lousy disguise for her condescension. Her language left me feeling unstable and...
Anxiety About Cancelling an Afternoon Interment - by A. Almond-Harvey

Anxiety About Cancelling an Afternoon Interment – by A. Almond-Harvey

Tomorrow will probably not take care of itself, so please do not wait to sleep until you are dead. How will you build memories of now, then?
True Story: in two parts ~ by Sean Siple

True Story: in two parts ~ by Sean Siple

This is a true story of anxiety and foreboding, in two parts. It happens all at once, so it is not quite a flow from beginning to middle to end, or flashback style or even linear much at all. Both pieces appears in Skyline alone and hopefully will stand that way too. Alone, separate and...
On the Tracks ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche

On the Tracks ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche

“It feels like a slow apocalypse.” My 19-year-old daughter, on a short trip home from college for Thanksgiving, put words to the lurking cloud that had not yet fully shaped, much less been acknowledged and named, in my brain. I’d not yet come across this term used in dystopian theory, but it certainly resonated. Devastating...