THOUGHTCRIME: The Rise of Real
“I believe this is as far as my arrogance can take me. Still, I wish I could project my voice into the brains of all mankind, Wake up! It’s time!”
-article submitted by Kylie Mugleston
“I believe this is as far as my arrogance can take me. Still, I wish I could project my voice into the brains of all mankind, Wake up! It’s time!”
-article submitted by Kylie Mugleston
As a TASI Member, you may already know that every month in our STUDIO INK. Magazine, we dedicate at least one page each issue to showcasing works of poetry that are sent in to our editors. This THOUGHTCRIME section of our newsletter is much older than the newsletter itself. We never edit or censor the
This VIRTUAL Poetry event hosted by TASI, featuring eleven SETX Poets and Performers. The Art Studio Inc will be debuting Facebook videos Monday, June 14th through Saturday, June 19th, 2021. Subscribe to TASI YouTube and check the full playlist of Thoughtcrime LIVE 2021! #setxtalent Click the here to join the event and receive Facebook notifications
Join us online as local authors read excerpts from their books to put us in a spooky mood. Videos to be debuted at NoonOctober 13th: David Hooker October 14th: Linda PittilloOctober 15th: Steve Fitzner October 16th: Christopher Joubert Signed copies of books available for purchase through TASI OfficeTuesday to Saturday, 12 to 5 PM 409-838-5393,
Two doves, inspecting the painting, planting, cleaning, nod approvingly. Andy Coughlan ISSUE Magazine April 2015
At His solstice, among the wood and stone, with silent windows whose holy art could not sing from mere candle-points of light both billions of miles and billions of years away, it was neither love nor fear but Majesty that swept me up, only to have me kneel. That unclouded and knowing night I recall
Egyptian copper, salt, and kohl, twisted rope to trade. Tombs to find to hide our dead and tell the future well of what we were today. Jesse Doiron ISSUE Magazine April 2015
The message is among the notes Syncopated notes, Major, minor notes Weave in and out seductively beautiful and carry the message into the next stanza Weaving a story through each fret On and on into the horizon Memories lie between the notes, The said ones, the felt ones The brush of music between the Frets,
How could it be missing Before it was ever found? How could there be silence Before the birth of sound? How could there be an up When no one knew of down? How did he know he was alone Until she came around? By Andy Coughlan (Published in ISSUE Magazine December 2014)
If we were oceans deep We’d thank God for the wind That makes us dance with Waves and mists. If we were grass We’d thank God for the rain The seas have carried To make us green and grow. If we were beasts We’d thank God for the waters and the lands for we need