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Shouts and Tears ... processing our new reality

Shouts and Tears … processing our new reality

On January 13, 2017 Nashville’s Dark Horse Theater held space for Jessica Malone’s vision  and Actor’s Bridge Ensemble’s open call to local artists to respond to the pending inauguration of the 45th President of the United States. The name of the mind-blowing curation of theatrical reading, skit comedy, vaudeville musical performances and  a touch of...
Never said his name

Never said his name

Joshua Crandall Lee was born to one Shaunel Lee in June of 1977. In February of this year he shared this poem to the Nashville Skyline tribe and asked if we would publish it … They never said his name… And even though they were the people that loved me most…more than anything in the...
Punctuation is going to have wait ...

Punctuation is going to have wait …

Stammering, stalling, stuttering, stung by a raw cut and a douse of astringent, Letting out air, dripping blood, drowning in fear and shame and filthy habits … No longer able to patch together any justification, any people of interest, any way it can keep going on this way …. Punctuation is going to have to...
The Power of We

The Power of We

My voice. My one voice. It’s message not original. nor cloaked in the power of art For there is no time for that This onslaught is too fast Smothering Daily flooding To overwhelm us with the sheer volume of outrages While we stand, open-mouthed, gagging At the audacity the injustice the blatant lies and mistruths...
changing under my bare feet

changing under my bare feet

It was the steady fall of snowflakes, sticky and persistent throughout the cold night and the even colder morning — that stripped away the feeling that Nashville was getting away from me. I remembered this chill and these arching maples and oaks groaning with the ice building up on their shimmering bare limbs. I sensed...
The Vanishing Man ~ by Derik Pell

The Vanishing Man ~ by Derik Pell

“Just when you think I’m in the palm of your hand You’ll hear rattling bottles and clattering cans I’m a ghost in the grand stand a sack full of wind I’m a bat in the rafters and a rat in the tin In the cool before dawn I’m a creak and a groan I’m a...
Highway Herald ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche

Highway Herald ~ by Amanda Cantrell Roche

“I’m going to work for my sanity Give it everything I got Though so far I have cheated death I know someday I’ll get caught Just living So here we go man it’s beautiful Get your trumpet get your drum Keep in time in a second line It can make you feel so young” Connor...
Take Me Away ~ by Mallory Mapes

Take Me Away ~ by Mallory Mapes

The air conditioner is out again,    [I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine] it’s late July in Tennessee,    [I got a love, and I know that it’s all mine] and the people outside want their money back.    [Oh. Whoa-oh-oh.] The sales manager is sitting at her desk by the front...
There Is Good In What Is Green ~ by Jenn Couture

There Is Good In What Is Green ~ by Jenn Couture

She materialized suddenly from somewhere behind the scattering of weathered shacks and makeshift chicken wire livestock pens, banging erratically on a crude, handmade goat skin drum. As she approached, I imagined that for some reason she had randomly chosen to include us in some sort of strange, painfully intimate ritual, enveloping our group of dusty,...
Take me to the River ~  by Kristen Hubbard

Take me to the River ~ by Kristen Hubbard

    Maybe around the next corner? Not this one. This pass looks so familiar, I know it’s nearby…but where? Why did I not pay attention? I just let you drive as the hot summer wind swept around me, eyes closed, my face to the sun. Surely there are a million other places to dip...
A Plea for Sanity ~ by Kristen Hubbard

A Plea for Sanity ~ by Kristen Hubbard

What a conundrum was caused by this last Christmas – New Year, with the major celebratory days falling mid-week! A highly uncomfortable arrangement resulting in the utter destruction of two entire weeks of commerce and regularity and inducing one hell of a post-holiday hangover syndrome. A nearly unsurmountable struggle to remember what day it actually...
How Donny and Marie Saved Christmas ~ By Jenn Couture

How Donny and Marie Saved Christmas ~ By Jenn Couture

Christmas is the Elvis of holidays. Not the rebellious, pouty rockabilly Elvis of the 1950s or even the sleek, sexy, Ann Margaret-wooing Elvis of the the early 1960’s, but the drug-bloated, constipated, hazy Elvis of the 1970s. The Elvis of frequent, embarrassing karate kicks in sequined jump suits stretched just beyond their shimmering capacity. The Elvis synonymous with garishness and...