Soul Fountain
Poem – Restless in holidays (By Narges Rothermel)
Restless in holidays Trace of white frost on green grass, red ribbons on the fences, menorahs on the lawns, red, green, and silver lights on pine trees manmade icicles on front eaves It is that time of the year again ...
Poem – SEA CHANGE? (By Ray Gallucci)
SEA CHANGE? We typically live not a century here. And most of us travel less farther than near. It’s said, “Change is good,” though just few travel far, But see such variety – Fortunate are! So what of the many ...
Poem – Stuck on the Long Island Expressway near Lakeville Road (By Tom Brogan)
On the west bound expressway I drive my silver Honda. Except for a few stars, everything is black, The road is black, and rear car lights seem like a meteor show going 80 mph. There are four lanes of road ...
Poem – Intrusion (By Gary Beck)
Intrusion Forced entry into caves, mud huts, castles, log cabins, condos, has been a constant, despite best efforts of self defense, violent penetration usually resulting in looting, rape, slaughter, violation of the dwelling, yet more survive in modern times, courtesy ...
Poem – America Wants to Know (By Donal Mahoney)
What will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse. Maybe the FBI can put the doghouse out on the ...
Song Parody – Hard Came Their Pain (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Hard Came Their Pain (For The CW’s Supernatural) (Parody of Rag’n’Bone Man’s Song: Hard Came The Rain) by, Melissa R. Mendelson Oh, my boys, you almost had it all Oh, sweet Mary finally rose, yet she was bound to fall ...
Poem – Mammo (By Layla Lenhardt)
Mammo At first, the grief was bare, an unsheathed sword, its presence sharp. But then it turned, slowly, into a faded tattoo on a hidden part of my body. I tried calling your phone last night. I don’t know what ...
Poem – Faces (By Fabrice B. Poussin)
Faces So many faces yesterday, a blur on the canvas of a life; one in deep, seemingly sad thought; fast moving in and out of existences they will never encounter. A mustache sticks on top of a long blond beard ...
Poem – A WEEK IN MAINE (By John Grey)
A WEEK IN MAINE The morning of my retreat is dark with clouds loaded and low. Noisy gulls see me off. So do the first raindrops. I’m heading home but I don’t feel as if I’m going anywhere, just away ...
Poem – LUMINOUS MOON IN US (By Joseph Cavera)
LUMINOUS MOON IN US (By Joseph Cavera) Once erected, now dejected lies Earth in downcast flumes Breaking apart but not dissected, she spouts deluging plumes This rock, once a vast collection of life, waits at certain latitudes The organisms who ...
