Soul Fountain
Poem – ONE MORE DAY (By Roger Singer)
ONE MORE DAY - By Roger Singer The moons circled my dark night room, slipping in silent celestial paths until morning forces my separation from sleep. I cast off arms of blankets and wrappings as slivers of morning cross sharply ...
Poem – More (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
More "Sold," she said, as I stared in awe and wonder. But I had questions, important questions! Yet, I was silent in the face of her edict, her bright red and white sign. It was gone. So easily gone. So ...
Poem – MEET THE MADNESS (By John Grey)
■ MEET THE MADNESS A Providence twilight, late November, every man and woman dressed in gray, sliding in and out of panels or emerging from dark recesses, all faces plain, hair drab, eyes shut, tongues muted, and there, high up ...
Poem – Site (By Austin Alexis)
A pile of leaves, a hissing clump of dark greens and crisp browns, sliding along a sidewalk, swirling in a wind gust, propelled in a circular momentum, created for three seconds a glimpse into existence at its most fundamental, its ...
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 ...
Photography ? – Who’s Ready For Church? (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Photography - Who's Ready For Church? (By Melissa R. Mendelson) ...
Poem – Quality Control (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
Quality Control By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore This, not that. No, the other way. Fix it! Turn it around; make it the same. Shh... don't speak! Don't question or think. Remember, conformity is the name of the game ...
Poem – Time (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
Time We walk, we run We push... forward Everyday Every moment Focused on something, anything Busy-ness ...but this moment Here, now Was made for stillness Silence Awe You have the time You don't make it Receive it... This precious gift ...
Poem – EMBRACING CHAOS (By Ray Gallucci)
EMBRACING CHAOS - By Ray Gallucci The eye of a hurricane never can know How forcefully all its surrounding winds blow. For there in the center all's peacefully calm While swirling around are explosions of bombs. But center is where ...
Poem – All I Had Was Gone (By R.T. Castleberry)
I take a 12 month chip, a copy of The Iceman Cometh, drape myself in Union blue, cultivate a salesman’s grinning grip. A Valley trip lies ahead, road miles registered in a company car. Spring becoming summer, there’s a ghost ...
