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By Betsy Phillips. Betsy blogs for the Nashville Scene and is the author of the book A City of Ghosts (sold at East Side Story). You can read more about her writing and book at http://betsyphillips.net. The window the two burglars were crouched under was open. Their intended victim liked the way the noises of […]

By Leroy Whitehead.  Leroy is part of Nashville’s own Youth Speaks Southern Word.  You can read more at www.youthspeaksnashville.org. While the sun sets, and the dark ominous sky takes over the warm orange pink glow from the atmosphere. When kids sleep, and electricity lights the streets. Country, Bluegrass, and all other sounds of joy fill […]

By Claire Gibson. You can read more writing by Claire at http://clairegibson.com and in Native Magazine.  She is the new managing editor of said publication. Lauren snapped her laptop shut. What did I just do. She cussed, grabbing at her brunette ponytail while sliding off her bed onto the carpet. “Uhhhhhh,” she groaned. “Charleeeee!?” Lauren’s tall […]

By Erin Burcham Taylor. You can follow Erin and all of her writing on Twitter @erinhbtaylor. No one gives you a funny look when your middle name is Elizabeth. The question, “What’s your middle name?” was enough to make me feel like getting up and running for the door during all of the elementary school […]

By Todd Dills. More writing by Todd can be found at www.the2ndhand.com. Todd is also the author of Sons of the Rapture (sold at East Side Story). Not more than 20 minutes after I got the lawnmower back up and running, finished the grass, scoped out the serial possum holler at the base of the giant […]

By Gavin O’Neill. Gavin is the co-owner of Hello Boys also at The Idea Hatchery (aka The Row) at 1108 Woodland Street, Nashville, TN. I’m up and running. My thoughts spin and creak as I stare back at the tracks that have passed me by, or that I’ve passed, I cannot decide yet. I sit […]

By Rod Jones. More of Rod’s writing can be read at www.thewesternwind.com. He sat alone in a small café in Henderson, Kentucky. From his viewpoint, the muddy waters of the Ohio River lay quiet, without a barge in sight. The coffee in front of him had gone lukewarm, and the half-eaten western omelet remained untouched. […]