Soul Fountain

Poem – In The World (By JD DeHart)

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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Poem – Take Two (By JD DeHart)

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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Poem – Word Bubbles (By JD DeHart)

Word Bubbles Travel with me a moment into a place where our thoughts become action.  Yes, this sounds like the introduction to a 60s science fiction series.  Pardon me. There are some ideas I wish to keep secret.  They are ...
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Poem – Taming The Beast (By Tracey Koehler)

Taming The Beast He found her frozen body on the path he took to prowl. Drawn to her sheer beauty, he dropped his kill and stood in awe. Captivating. Alluring. The sun shown on her diamond glinted face. frost covered ...
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Poem: How Leaving Home Works (By John Grey)

HOW LEAVING HOME WORKS I need highways, infrastructure that can differentiate between the town where I grew up and the place I need to be. And a Ford that’s up to it, getting on but faithful, its leather bucket seats ...
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Poem – Most Recent (By JD DeHart)

Most Recent I'm making sure all is still alive.  Checking the pulse of the homepage. Routinely observing to see if the rise and fall of ideas is still in sway. I make the most of this room, circle the table, ...
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Poem – Persona non Grata (By JD DeHart)

Persona non Grata To the not good enough comments, I say, psshhhhhh. That was last week, a hundred years ago.  Easily. I'm flushing, rinsing down the last backwash of badly- formed words. This week is triumph, so don't mind that ...
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Poem – Notes Upon Viewing (By JD DeHart)

Notes Upon Viewing The still-frame, captured eye, I do not ask permission to see.  When I enter the theater, I simply view. The camera takes me where I want to go, high in the air where I have never been.  ...
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Short Story – The Haunting of Piedras Blancas (By DC Diamondopolous)

The Haunting of Piedras BlancasBy DC Diamondopolous There is no end to my love for Jemjasee. I pace the ragged cliffs, searching the sea for her ship. My longing will not cease until I am entwined in her marble wash ...
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Fuzzy (Carol Bales)

Short Story – Finding a Refugee a Home (By Donal Mahoney)

Finding a Refugee a Home   Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o'clock for 10 years.   He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet.   He was ...
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