Soul Fountain
Short Story – The Better to See You With (By Midu Hadi)
The Better to See You With By Midu Hadi Chapter 1 The ophthalmologist plucked the nictitating membrane off the petri dish with a pair of forceps. Syd moved it around a bit until she found the right place for it ...
Photography – BLUE SURFACE (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Photography - BLUE SURFACE (By Melissa R. Mendelson) ...
Short Fiction – By The Yellow Light (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
By The Yellow Light by, Melissa R. Mendelson I was nine when my parents got divorced. I could hear them arguing downstairs as I clutched Teddy in my arms. I always felt safe in this house. I didn’t want to ...
Poem – Resisting Arrest (By Alex Andy Phuong)
Resisting Arrest Uniting uniformed unity You and I defy the sky Team work and collaboration Up to personal discretion Civil Rights Civility Minorities against majorities Stick to the status quo But should we...? Really? Defy thy stars And seek new ...
Song Lyrics – Across The Page (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Across The Page by, Melissa R. Mendelson Days slip away like tears unshed, and moments of my life drift on by like the dreams that won't let go, won't let go. The weight of the world still bears down on ...
Poem – In Time (By Cathy Bryant)
When we touch tentatively, kiss gently, vow to understand and love better, feel so much passionate remorse that we pour it out in streams of tears and caresses, apologise for our respective actions in the fight, and put things right, ...
Poem – On Being Safe (By David B. Axelrod)
ON BEING SAFE His mantra starts out, “Warm, clean, comfortable.” He’s had his share of troubles — health, work, relationships. He’s never been consoled to hear, “Others have it so much worse.” Why would that make him feel better? How ...
Poem – Dance of Tears, Chief Nobody (By Michael Lee Johnson)
Dance of Tears, Chief Nobody (V5) By Michael Lee Johnson I’m old Indian chief story plastered on white scattered sheets, Caucasian paper blowing in yesterday’s winds. I feel white man’s presence in my blindness- cross over my ego my ...
Poem – Behind The Door (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Behind The Door - By Melissa R. Mendelson I don’t like to open the door, where the darkness lies for the darkness will drown me in forever, and the struggle will begin as my monsters will eat me alive. They’ve ...
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 ...
