Soul Fountain
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 ...
Short Fiction – sKiN (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
sKiN by, Melissa R. Mendelson Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Are you cold? Are you warm? Are you awake? Are you aware? These questions ran on a loop. It seemed like with every hour, they greeted me as an ...
Poem – DON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON YOU (By Ray Gallucci)
DON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON YOU (Based on the article “No Welcome Home” in The History Channel Magazine, January/February 2008, pp. 40-45; and other Internet sources) Ever hear of Sundown Town? Likely not, few tales around. History kept ...
Song Lyrics – I’m Not Coming Home For Christmas (By Melissa R Mendelson)
I’m Not Coming Home For Christmas by, Melissa R. Mendelson Desert sands are the stars shining tonight. Warm kisses of wind are the wings touching my back, but I still can’t take flight. So, here I am on Christmas with ...
Poem – Sometime In April (By Adebesin Ibraheem)
Sometime In April: The 1994 Rwandan Genocide The ancient grudge among the Rwandan clans Inflamed by the corruptive white swallows In April 94’ turned an indelible tale Etched on the bloody pages of Rwandan history The long gathering smog of ...
Poem – The Mess (By Henryk Baranski)
The Mess EASY FORM FOR QUICKNESS AND DRIVES LIES EARLY ON THE FORM OF NEW SCHEDULES WORN AND RIPPED BY STYLE AND CONDIMENTS ALL FLYING WITH THE VIGOUR OF THE EARTH AND TIDES REACHING OVER CLIFFS AND GRASS TO REACH ...
Poem – Liberation (By Amy Hrynchuk)
Liberation “We heard a loud voice repeating the same words in English and in German…”1 May 25 1940, the first transport of thousands were marched through those gates. Gates that opened to what a select few called the Final Solution ...
Poem – Remembering (for Eduardo Galeano) – By Mankh
Remembering (for Eduardo Galeano) - By Mankh “I'm a writer obsessed with remembering...” - Eduardo Galeano Having heard them before, sometimes when they are nowhere to be seen i hear geese calling. Is this, Eduardo, how you were obsessed ...
Poem – Rethinking Things (By Gil Hoy)
■ Rethinking Things - By Gil Hoy I should have married a computer with high-speed internet at an early age. I wouldn’t have needed so much school. Just search for “Most useful info” and read on for four years. Grad ...
Playgroup Politics
There is something deeply suffocating about life today in the prosperous west. Bourgeoisification, the suburbanisation of the soul, proceeds at an unnerving pace. Tyranny becomes docile and subservient, and soft totalitarianism prevails, as obsequious as a wine waiter. Nothing is ...