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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...

Porch – by Julie Shavers

This is an archived text version of the author’s work. View the full multimedia version of Porch Open on a screened in porch. People come and go. All but Grandpappy who is camped out on an old roll away bed that he never leaves. There’s blind dog next to him. Tab is fixing Daisy’s hair....

Protagonista – by Michael Chavis

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Learning To Fly In A Storm – by Robbie Pinter

This is an archived text version of the author’s work. View the full multimedia version of Learning To Fly In A Storm This morning’s storm brought me a funny dream about my grandmother, a Bigmama from Memphis. At Christmas, she loved to dance a jingle bell jig. I only saw her do it once in...

Dig by Trey Mitchell

View the full multimedia version of Trey Mitchell’s Dig The mist was thick, fog-like. It blew in gusts under the street-lamp like sheets rippling on a clothesline on a blistering summer day. But this was winter, bitter and frozen. Alan stepped out on the stoop for a smoke to settle his nerves. He never smoked...

Wash By Trey Mitchell

View the full multimedia version of Trey Mitchell’s Wash Why don’t we just say no I hear the waves on the ocean Calling back to what we once called home My soul sits down by my side It mimics me no matter how high I throw my thoughts on the inside Whatever it was they...

Desert By Trey Mitchell

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