Soul Fountain
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 ...
Poem – CITY DAYS (By Joseph Cavera)
CITY DAYS (By Joseph Cavera) Tall, tin, and seemingly endless But if viewed from the top It appears quite bottomless- Lights are as myriad as the stars All lie on seemingly innumerable bars, Story after story Tale after Tale, And ...
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 ...
Poem – Beyond the Known (By Matthew Anish)
Beyond the Known - By Matthew Anish Let's join hands and travel beyond the known to worlds of imagination we can laugh with the people of twilight absorb their energy and feel their glow ...
Poem – The Hole Within Us (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
A voice in the void cries out for somebody to come and save whatever is left of a sanity left hung in limbo as time swallows itself in, and moments drift by like dying thoughts of a mind left shaken ...
Poem – Whenever I Hear A Train (By Melissa Mendelson)
■ Whenever I Hear A Train Whenever I hear a train, I want to run. I always wanted to run. Since I was a child, I would stand before the open door, but then the door would slam shut. I ...
Poem – Into White (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Into White Love was the heart nestled in soft, white sheets, beating with beauty, and glistening with rays of life. Love are the lights in a mother’s eyes as she brushes the hair of her young daughter and then takes ...
Poem – TONIGHT’S EARLY MORNING (By John Tustin)
TONIGHT’S EARLY MORNING I open my window in the middle of tonight’s Early morning after the nightly thunderstorms To hear the cry of a lone bird flying through the fog And looking for a place safe and dry, his wings ...
Poem – The Silver Store (By David Hernandez)
The Silver Store The store with an appearance viewed as “full of dust” is brushed aside by the sign that says “Free of Rust.” Its products have been free of scratches and fingerprint smudges, which the lines of ants haven’t ...
Poem – “FOUR” CAST (By Ray Gallucci)
"FOUR" CAST The earth's been here four billion years, But humans mere four million. How often has the atmosphere Received a "global killing?" Have comets many seared the skies, Volcanoes oft erupted? What oceans parched till desert-dry And climates left ...
