Walter Slide is a beloved Chattanooga rock group. Walter Slide is a band which transports its listeners to a place of contemplative bliss. The basslines are impossible not to dance to, and the lyrics are so funky that you have to work not to memorize them. Their songs are so melodic that it’s easy to be transported to another plane.
Read moreDaniel Holdridge Is Not Real
If everyone at Covenant College had simply done their research, this article would be entirely unnecessary. Unfortunately, the plebians of this campus need the facts spelled out for them. “Daniel” simply cannot be real.
Read morei. November
Creeps like lichen on limestone,
And a fresh wound is like a clean shave
Old sweater stained with new coffee, drugged
Caffeine, fluoxetine, nicotine, cucumber slices
ii. December
Read mirrors and look in books
Tell me where your favorite reflection is
Winter is when words win
I’d rather be written than reign
iii. January
New Years’ is exhaled: Camel smoke and cold-weather-hot-breath vapor
Crush the filter - more menthol that way
I cut my hair 3 times in as many months
I am afraid that when I learn to live, I won’t have time
iv. February
When the warm weather comes
I want my body back, action
Potential poetic melancholy is poisonous
And the pills don’t ever treat the pride
“Jesus and Birdsong”
I elect this morning
Not to step on the crusted leaves
My footfalls are silent
The melody remains in tact
Read moreChattanooga is Not a Port City
It doesn’t have an ocean to swim in. It has no sandy beaches to have bonfires on. It doesn’t have a big downtown music scene where there is something exciting to do every weekend night, and free shows every weeknight full of boisterous younglings.
Read moreHarry Potter's Evolution Through Adaptations
In a world of chaos, pain, disgust and overall disappointment, who wouldn’t want to go into an imaginary world where you can use magic? How are you to enter into this world of magic? What’s the portal? For some, a book, for others maybe TikTok, or musicals, or puppets.
Read moreAI and the Art of the Unfinished
When Generative AI first made its appearance, my thoughts were mixed—the more it appears the more I hate it. I am aware that “hate” is a very strong word, but it is the only one that matches the emotion that I feel towards Generative AI.
Read more“Let Love Sit”
There is freedom in not loving someone
Read more“Church Pew”
I remember so clearly, the stiff, wooden pew
Which never quite taught me how to sit still
But instead that it is never okay to chew
On the tingy-copper-quite-improper
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