Soul Fountain

Vanquished by, Melissa R. Mendelson The vulture flew around in circles as its prey awoke to a world slipping apart piece after piece while the bald eagle lay buried in the sand. The vulture swooped by and ripped open an ...

Sometimes I wonder If I have anything left to give Any small pieces of myself left to share I feel too broken Too worn out Thread bare and bone-tired I search myself and find nothing worthy My emotions, my words ...

CRIMEAN PUNISHMENT Apparently,once the gods had fumed Atgrowing decadence, they were doomed. Nolonger culture pre-eminent, Atlantisunder the sea was sent. Competingtheories have been put forth Ofancient civilization north Ofwhere the Black Sea has always lain Ononce quite fertile Crimean plain ...

An Act of the Will If love’s real, not  the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving whether one feels like it or not. After many years   you don’t know why you’re doing it  or why It ...

LOST IN TRANSLATION (based on “The Hidden History of Jesus and the Holy Grail” by Sir Laurence Gardner, Nexus Magazine, Vol. 5, No. 2, February-March 1998) If records of the Celtic Church From A.D. 37 stretch? How could they then ...

The following artwork was created by a very talented Navaho artist by the name of Artcadius Curley. His main art subjects include warriors and Jesus ...

A voice says ‘cry’ A voce says ‘cry’ And I said, what shall I cry? All flash is grass, For all the beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades, When the breath of ...

A-PATHETIC   Expecting the bad, receiving the worse, To pessimist's just what's par for the course. But when it devolves from worse to the worst, Seems even a pessimist can feel cursed. A cynic’s convinced whatever is right Cannot be achieved ...

Light In Darkness - By Nicolo Santilli   the eyes must grow used to the light of darkness   to discover its resplendent depths   to suffer with a twinkle in the eye   that does not dismiss suffering   ...

■ Cover to Cover - By Gil Hoy I’ve loved to read, listen to the melodious flow and tempo of another man’s written words and sentences through my eyes but in my brain, for as long as I can remember ...