Soul Fountain

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 ...
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Sylvia’s Son I was wrapped in a towel like a bad dream, wet feet on linoleum. I was too preoccupied to see the cracked blood, to hear the silence until I was knee- deep in your tomb. Sometimes, I dreamt ...
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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 ...
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MORNING RUN by Norbert Kovacs (Originally published in FIVE:2:ONE's #thesideshow, May 12, 2018. The author has revised the text.) For three weeks, Phil's veins ran with anticipation. He woke with a tingling in his arms and a warmth suffusing his ...
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Off The Wheel I rallied under the wheel the last the very last I knew my breath wasn’t for living not here  where thoughts pave the streets and words ricochet nothing ever leaves us it can  if we want to ...
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A Portrait of Wilbur Just as one poet once wrote about a last duchess, so did the poet write about the first Wilbur. The brown clothing, smell of moth balls, scent of age of rows of books that Wilbur rested ...
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I Want to Be in a Comic Book From the flashing pages of my youth, I have wanted to be in a comic book. I designed my suit, considered my powers and weapons.  I imagined a damsel in distress. Even ...
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In the World I’m tired of the high-minded voices I know talking about not being of the world. Like, what does that really mean?  I’m the substance of this known universe. I have dirt under my nails.  I eat from ...
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Take Two And this is why I love film.  No one stutters unless they mean to.  They represent themselves in the best take of all. I am a silent performer.  When I drive down the road, I belt out music ...
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