AT LAST The simple lies so easy not to tell, One hell of ice. A Hall of Fame for those not nice, The predator of life. One cannot hold a flame bare in their hands, But one can help blisters grow And lick their bloody scabs raw. I know. On the table near the thumbs and eyes, Fresh pressed buttons, […]
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BUMPING INTO THE SKY You think intolerance a white paste you can spread across the air. Day comes with a break between minutes, the red flash of the red-winged blackbird, a greeting from your I’noGo tied* slung not to your belt, but to your insides: If you say you cannot tell what is true and what is not true, you […]
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GHOSTS I do not have a presence and she tells me she is a ghost. Substance has that kind of weight. You talk to the streams radiating from the edge of the river as if each one were a snake that fat and walk into an outer universe to draw the night with color, quick and simple, exactly like life […]
Read moreSoul Fountain Contributor List A big thank you to all of the talented artists that submit their work to the Antarctica Journal’s Soul Fountain production. It is with great honor that we showcase your talents. Abdulrahman Abuya Adebesin Ibraheem Adel Aaron Agbaakin O. Jeremiah Akeredolu Tope A.J. Huffman Ajise Vincent Akor Emmanuel Oche Alex Creece Alfonso Colasuonno Allison Grayhurst Alozor […]
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