Soul Fountain
Poem – Untitled (By Rex Begay)
■ I am guilty of skipping chapters stained with shadows Missing moments not composed I feel unworthy of your tales untold, ...
Poem – The Retired Artist (By John Grey)
THE RETIRED ARTIST Such a relief to shut down my temples. I'm just a roof, some columns, an auditorium deep but empty. And, if you're keeping score, I forgo the easel, the baton, and all that writing across time. If ...
Poem – Do Not Sneer At This Poem (By Agbaakin O. Jeremiah)
Do not sneer at this poem Call me a bard of doom But do not sneer at this poem: The searing sun tickled the ribs of the sky it all stared, yes, that tragedy began with a safe smile squirting ...
Poem – Salt and Pepper (By Donal Mahoney)
■ Salt and Pepper White privilege it’s called and recently I learned its name although I’ve been white as a sheet for decades. Like breathing and eating I take white privilege for granted. I push a cart through a megastore in bib overalls and no one follows me and when ...
Poem – Twenty Signs (By Rony Nair)
"You swirl and take the strait past You swing those hips of yours Your eyes they hardly break a glimpse As you kiss with all you’ve got. You turn around to go one away Your hands they’re still on mine ...
Poem – Fifty Years Later (By Donal Mahoney)
Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know. She was only 14 but she could have said good-bye to me, the swain who saw her through our last ...
Poem – The Horse’s Tale (By Ray Gallucci)
THE HORSE’S TALE (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trojan_Horse) The story of the Trojan Horse Owes little to Homeric source. Its mention in the Odyssey’s About as brief as brief can be. It took a Roman to explain (Descendence from the Trojans claim) The tale ...
Poem – Rocky the Raccoon (By Danny P. Barbare)
Rocky the Raccoon On a cold winter night the raccoon eats pecans under the tree. It keeps its distance or rather I keep mine. I can hear its sharp teeth grinding on the paper shell. Wild! It stops. So I ...
Short Story – Older Days (By Nathan Young)
Older Days I do not like this, and I miss the older days. Back then was good. I remember so much from back then. I had gone to London (I forget now why but I do remember the important things ...
Poem – AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera)
AZURIST'S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera) Cracks fault my indigo hand Post “D” I must not land This bastard child, what is it worth? My dark offspring in two past six Is it immoral that a lad give birth? A ...
