Soul Fountain

A CHILDREN'S PARADISE LOST (By Joseph Cavera) As I sit here This ground shifts Falling further Into roaring rifts The wind scatters As your toes touch the ground, Nothing else matters While you land without a sound Now enter this ...

Light In Darkness - By Nicolo Santilli   the eyes must grow used to the light of darkness   to discover its resplendent depths   to suffer with a twinkle in the eye   that does not dismiss suffering   ...

Holy Land, Batman (a tragi-comic poetic journey) - By Mankh Holy land, Batman. The holy is all upside down. And the big question is not if Jesus will attend the Second Coming (I’ve knee-mailed Him and haven’t heard back) but ...

CLAIM FOR THE MEEK (By John Biscello) I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with ...

There is something deeply suffocating about life today in the prosperous west. Bourgeoisification, the suburbanisation of the soul, proceeds at an unnerving pace. Tyranny becomes docile and subservient, and soft totalitarianism prevails, as obsequious as a wine waiter. Nothing is ...

Please, Stay and Guard Me by, Melissa R. Mendelson The room was a soft white.  Lit candles decorated the furniture.  Their flames bowed and swayed.  Their warmth struggled to chase the coldness away.  They failed.  Still, they fought. I pulled ...

Panic A search for some trivial object in the midst of disordered furniture Seized upon just at that moment, giving birth to consternation Repulsion from travelling delayed by this selection; Travelling light, splitting energy-wholes into petty onenesses – At one ...

What We Know - By Gil Hoy It can truthfully be said that: regarding all the world’s matter of which we think and know, the whole lot is infinitely large and infinitely small. For a pinhead can--- and does--- boast ...

Pray, tell! Who plunged this abominable steel Into the great Iroko? There where lesser trees flanked The surviving relic of the realm. Who shot the gilded eagle Before it had executed the gods' task But like Marathon Never relished the ...

Following the New Guru Before True Detective McConaughey took the wheel and became Zen Master of the Lincoln auto, he layed down the gospel according to St. Matthew: “My rule is to break one sweat a day.” Farshvitst, I contemplate ...