Skinny Devil Magazine

A Tribute to Prince Lindsay Caudill I can’t believe it’s been two years. It’s all still so vivid. We were sitting in the McDonald’s d...

~Wild Sweet Bird~ Liz Fink-Davenport I am glad I hit the ground. I am glad I falter. I’m glad my flight is flawed. And I am glad tha...

~ Joey and Jesus Liz Fink-Davenport What small smile starts in your heart when you hear your child’s name? I’m sitting cross legged a...

A few weeks ago, I started to develop heart palpitations accompanied with chest pains. My heart started to beat rapidly and with a force I...

~A Winter Morning Haiku~  Liz Fink-Davenport Come back to bed The world is frosted for us Hibernate with me.

~Flags~ Liz Fink-Davenport Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. Turned inside out. It’s all the love you want to give but there is no ...

Another 50 Years... As we ended 2017 with a look at music from 1967, I thought it appropriate to kick off the new year with another look...

WHAT WILL THE FUTURE, 50 years hence, think of us (in music and art) today? I don't know, but 50 years ago saw HUGE songs like ...

~To All Our Hearbreaks This Year~ Liz Fink Davenport  (Last poem of the year) Screw you.  The poem could end here, Love. It ...

Michael Hutchence Lindsay Caudill On November 22, 1997, my world changed forever. Twenty years ago, my favorite singer/songwri...