Soul Fountain

Poem – Lore (By David Russell)

Lore Knowledge, as a dish of elusive ice-cubes Floating in acid Touching each one, propels its elusiveness; The mediation of the utensil cannot be avoided. Acid me, hand me, cube me; Cuddling smudges, polychromatic pollution, Knowledge spectrum. He must make ...

Poem – His Great Day (By John Grey)

HIS GREAT DAY Turns out I was the great man after all. Otherwise, why the suits. Why the priest taking time out of his busy day to eulogize me. And look at those tears. To think I lived all of ...

Poem – Feral (By Allison Grayhurst)

Feral     I bend in mourning bending to the loss of someone so familiar - your nurture-needing eyes and a temperament of molten lava whose tone was innocent and unrefined. I see you now in the doorway, flat and ...

Poem – House for Sale in Shady Acres (By Donal Mahoney)

House for Sale in Shady Acres The question isn’t why your little world is suddenly going to hell. The question is what  can you do about the black couple   touring the house on your block where the sign just went up day before yesterday ...

Poem – Speakfeel (By David Russell)

Speakfeel Razor branches, pointed-forked roots stretch centrifugal jabs against middle surface Sources swallowed in the lightless void Cancelled fugitives incubated in pure motion, rejecting sides, all allowed Only restored through leaves and petals avid for translucency Shining to meet the ...

Poem – Hartwell Lake (By Danny P. Barbare)

Hartwell Lake Across the street from the lake house there is a bait shop. I go there to get gasoline for the boat. I can see the green swells, that slowly turn to navy. The wind forgets the clouds like ...

Poem – OF VOLCANIC ORIGIN? (By Ray Gallucci)

OF VOLCANIC ORIGIN? Was Frankenstein conceived, As many have believed, Of melancholy from A summer without sun? When gathered at the shore Of Lake Geneva four Of future Gothic fame, Did lightning spark their flame? The summer skies were dark, ...

Poem – DOG (By John Stanizzi)

DOG             Manchester, Connecticut             1985   Long after the time had come for her to stop driving she was driving her daughter to the store in her brown car that had no power steering or power brakes, and at ...

Poem – From The Alcove (By Naushena)

From the Alcove As I peep through my window From the alcove, A theater starts its never ending show From dawn to dusk Of street goers, Pedestrians heading towards their work, Some striding some slithering unwillingly, Now a street urchin, ...

Poem – GO BE HAPPY (By John Tustin)

GO BE HAPPY Go be happy. Smile for the camera. Keep moving. Sing and dance like Cab Calloway. Hold his hand and kiss his neck. Buy art deco furniture together. Make sure your shoes match your outfit. Cry with joy ...