Soul Fountain

Poem – Strangers Waiting For 2 Different Trains (By Frank De Canio)

Strangers Waiting For 2 Different Trains   We both spent hours waiting on the line for a ticket to Shakespeare in the Park. I saw her on the blades of grass, supine while I stood up behind her on a lark ...

Poem – DEAR SPIDER (By John Grey)

DEAR SPIDER - By John Grey Ants are more efficient at what they do than people. Weeds can grow just about anywhere. Animals kill to survive not for pleasure. And they collect no gewgaws besides. A homeless man sits on ...

Poem – YOU HAVE A PIER IN ME (By John Grey)

YOU HAVE A PIER IN ME - By John Grey Pier juts far into the open sea. It makes its point, not here, where stone steps lead from sand to calm wooden planks but out at the very tip of ...

Poem – Careless Consumption (By Gary Beck)

Careless Consumption The tide slowly ebbs from Florida shores so tourists walk the beaches without getting wet, never wondering why there are no more seashells. The ocean looks the same to them, not realizing the muddy water was once clear ...

Poem – LIFE, A HOBBY (By Joseph Cavera)

LIFE, A HOBBY (By Joseph Cavera) Let it never be said that each of us would be better off without a hobby. A small side directive of which to begin, where new aspects of life await, waiting to be mapped ...

Poem – By Mistake He Later Said (By Donal Mahoney)

Every once in awhile over the last 40 years Ralph wondered what might have happened to the guy who had moved in with the mother of his children and drank all the time. He remembered the kids saying when they were small the fellow got up ...

Poem – Crossing the Red Line (triptychon III) By Frank Joussen

Crossing the Red Line (triptychon III) 1. On the Map On the map: The red line of the lignite opencast mine, an absurdly long compound noun for an absurd, behind the times mega project. What can be found, here and ...
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Short Story (By Rachel Tucker)

I sat on the park bench watching my niece as she guarded her 4 year old son who clambered like a monkey over the jungle gym. Happy shouts and laughter filled the air and I found myself transported back to ...

Poem – CLAIM FOR THE MEEK (By John Biscello)

CLAIM FOR THE MEEK (By John Biscello) I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with ...

Poem – Waiting Out a Storm (By Thomas Locicero)

Waiting Out a Storm I consider the peculiar heft of ostensibly touchable clouds, the gray and black mix that puff out of the last of the azure. Hints of sapphire seem to keep the rain at bay, but the sky ...