Soul Fountain

Photography - Farmland (By Melissa R. Mendelson) ...

The Truth Is Out There On a cold, dark evening in a big city, A woman left a small box In front of a well lit house. She knocked on the door And when the porch light was lit, She ...

SEDUCTION IN SILICON (By Joseph Cavera) Cerulean shines capture my eyes in curvaceous well-fashioned shapes the likes of which my dreams can only dream of, teetering along the lines of slipping into her artificial façade, her smooth hips and luscious ...

■ DROWNING   next year, when cavalries of storms shall come riding like the flood of noah & the earth convulses torrents on the passage of breaths i shall not swim with fishes or mermaids but savor the utility in ...

REMEMBER (By Melissa R. Mendelson) I remember the days I lived. I remember the life left behind. Now, I'm a ghost haunting you, tossing and turning in the darkest hours of my life. Chorus: I remember all that I was ...

Once, not so long ago, there was a very sad dragon who spent all her lonely days deep in slumber within her cave. She ventured outside only to wish upon the sparkling white lights that filled an ebony sky. There, ...

Communication He handled his language as he fried his eggs: There was tension between the respective softnesses Of his egg and the cooking fat – Dependent on extreme alternation of heat and cold, Confinement in shell melting out of shape ...

■ Drifting Like a violent storm that rages outside and smashes my walls with its power is how I feel when my world grows dark, and I release my fury to salvage the remains ...

The Dry River Red desert sky collapsing to black in the vast cottonwood shadow. Wind in the cane, rock on rock and a sheep horn in the dirt. Star on her skin in wisdom, the moon returns to mountain. Her ...

THE GHOSTS OF TIME The moon so ghostly naked in space, A very inhospitable place, Long thought devoid forever of life Was once the post for some other race. Beneath its surface split as by knife, In hollowed chamber built ...