Soul Fountain

On the Death of Dada Face your fate, old friend. The Cabaret Voltaire's been closed. The movement's at its end, but I suppose That those of us who live In the snakepit's writhing dance Have learned, through you, to give ...

BANG FOR THE BUCK (http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/extinction_causes; http://en.wikipedia.org/Wilkes_Land_crater; http://www.endangeredspeciesinternational.org/overview.html; http://researchnews.osu.edu/archive/erthboom.htm; http://tulane.edu/~sanelson/Natural_Disasters/impact.htm) There’ve been five big ones that we know That dealt a cataclysmic blow To life existing on the earth And one to which the moon gave birth. It’s speculated early two ...

Let’s go fly the kite - By Narges Friend, gather the broken frame Change the eroded parts Attach the needed new pieces Allow new glue to dry Apply a fresh coat of color to frame Choose a vibrant shade for ...

CRESCENT MOON You reside In this room That stinks Like moonlight And me. Crescent Moon Pries as She is wont To do In rooms That stink Like her light, Where only Silence Is Uttered, Sharper than The silver Flashing In ...

A new rising falls giving way to complete urgency of the now and gives glorious rise to the future. Pale towers of sheer strength tremble with the force of a billion suns give exuberant exultation to the oceans of the ...

I have many fond memories of my childhood summers spent at the local swimming pool. To me, the pool was a magical place where I would spend countless hours in play, splashing the day away with my friends. I can still ...

QUESTIONABLE CHOICE Gathered at the water hole Primates lacking hair. Cover selves from neck to toe Lest reveal what's there. Feeding till they're satisfied, Drinking till they're full. Elders showing sagging hides From the planet's pull. Try imagining these apes ...

Respitoration Can there still be irrigation Now the stem’s closed, dry? Can there still be imagination – When the bottom’s gone awry – When everyone can see Through every ancient icon? In spite of everything, maybe – When light floods ...

Bob’s Terminal Bay Wracked by cancer, Bob Marley told his friend, “It’s not me, Camille.” No, it’s never me when self-determination’s at an end. For, navigating pain, you cannot see but knots ahead. And you’re preoccupied with hoisting sails against ...

AT HOHENSALZBURG - By Ray Gallucci (in Salzburg, Austria) Upon this mountain high All comers I defy With walls that can’t be scaled And Gates in iron veiled. Above my Town of Salt, I, Hohensalzburg Fort, Defend where Mozart grew ...