I could not hear their orchestra as I’m afraid a child was laughing I could not hear their bombs as time was ticking I could not hear ...

On the bridge dancing to a tune that he was humming both knowing new seasons were coming. Dancing they pledging a friendship tomorrow would ...

All last night I fell asleep to the sound of rain applauding A blink of lightning every now and then. Autumns breath within my room was all ...

By Andrew McClain Contributing Editor  There are certain pairings of bands and venues that are ideal and some that are less than ideal. It�...

By Kody Ford Idle Class Editor  Lydia Clark-Kisida and Leslie Pennel recently collaborated on a photography project called “June̶...

By Kody Ford Idle Class Editor Audra Mae don’t mess around. With her red hair, razor-sharp wit, and “backyard swagger,” she’s a forc...

‘I have been writing for about twenty-one years. I asked for my first diary when I was nine and have been journaling ever since. That ...

By Kara Bibb If you love all of it If you love some of it Hallelujah Otherwise, I must warn you O, there is no easy way to say this Nobody ...

By Kara Bibb i say we not be the hibernating breed i say we start campfires in the middle of the steet in the middle of the afternoon in the...

This week The Idle Class will feature work by Sara Olivia Moore, a Nashville-based photographer.  Here is the first photo set. [AFG_gallery...