Soul Fountain
Poem – Don’t Touch! (By David Russell)
Don’t Touch! “Don’t touch!” they cried; They really meant no harm, Had not intended To make a shaking, Jibbering apoplectic With their nagging. “Don’t touch!”, for their interior décor Indeed was fragile and expensive – Themselves and furniture alike To ...
Poem – The Dance (By Strider Marcus Jones)
pull the roof off knock the walls down touch the forest climb those mountains and smell the sea again. watch how life decomposes in death going back to land to reform and be reborn as something and someone else. there's ...
Poem – LOST (By Joseph Cavera)
LOST (By Joseph Cavera) when the wist of man to see the brightest days and nights the flares and roses that flame free humanity looks to these sights the ages and ages that lay within universe and space which is ...
Poem – Elizabeth (By Layla Lenhardt)
Elizabeth, Mother of my mother, her knotted knuckles cradled my scraped elbows, the heaviness of my childhood heart. Her beauty unrepeatable, blistering. She stands hunched over the sink, peeling potatoes, buttering bread, in the yellow light of the pre-war kitchen ...
Song Lyrics – Crowley (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Crowley (Parody of Eric Clapton’s song, Cocaine) by, Melissa R. Mendelson The boys wanna take him out, but they never take him out. Crowley. His accent’s a funny sound, commanding his loyal hell hound. Crowley. [Chorus:] He can’t fly, He ...
Poem – Action Paint Stripper (By David Russell)
Action Paint Stripper He did it: Bared around as a torn poster – Slashed in irrigation, blatant in life. Squeezing out worms, slugs And snakes ablaze; All burst to flood Then blended underlay – A laminated rainbow. His luminescence crossed ...
Poem – THE “BIG BUST?” (By Ray Gallucci)
THE “BIG BUST?” (Based on the theories of Canadian physicist Paul Marmet, 1932-2005, available at http://www.newtonphysics.on.ca/index.html) Suppose the “Big Bang” had never occurred, Was really just some Creationist’s word Embellished by physics theories absurd. Would “facts” accepted fall? Could ever ...
Poem – MISS JULIE-ANNE (By John Grey)
MISS JULIE-ANNE - By John Grey She pours drops of whiskey on the withered rose petals. Then wields the hose with a cigarette flopping from her lower lip. What doesn't intoxicate her flowers, she drinks. Ashes fall onto the buds ...
Poem – ROMAN RUMINATION (By Ray Gallucci)
ROMAN RUMINATION I went to visit ancient Rome, But found it never fell. Its buildings may seem crumbled stone, But it’s alive and well. Its mighty temples still exist Though in an altered form. Its rings of gold and amethyst ...
Poem – Plainly Insanely (By Ray Gallucci)
PLAINLY INSANELY Insanity’s defined as doing many times Exactly as before, expecting different ends. Like beating horses dead, expecting to revive But never with success, yet still repeating trend. When process rules the roost, can never deviate No matter ...
