Soul Fountain
Poem – MEETING (By Nicolo Santilli)
MEETING (By Nicolo Santilli) to our fellow cosmic travelers who traverse the geography of the earth in dreams and waking and having walked a thousand winding starlit streets know the joy of finally meeting ...
Poem – Holy Land, Batman (By Mankh)
Holy Land, Batman (a tragi-comic poetic journey) - By Mankh Holy land, Batman. The holy is all upside down. And the big question is not if Jesus will attend the Second Coming (I’ve knee-mailed Him and haven’t heard back) but ...
Poetry – Excerpts From ‘The POND Project’ (By John L. Stanizzi)
Poetry - Excerpts From 'The POND Project' (By John L. Stanizzi) These small poems are from a one-year-long project called POND -- The poems are acrostics. Everyday, at different times during the day, I visit our pond with notebook and camera ...
Poem – A RED RANT (By Joseph Cavera)
A RED RANT (By Joseph Cavera) To all, I wonder everyday...why all of my friends, enemies, and acquaintances alike are crying and slowly edging towards sheer insanity...is there nothing that you can show alacrity over? Do your actions and words ...
Poem – Pray, tell! (By Agbaakin O. Jeremiah)
Pray, tell! Who plunged this abominable steel Into the great Iroko? There where lesser trees flanked The surviving relic of the realm. Who shot the gilded eagle Before it had executed the gods' task But like Marathon Never relished the ...
Poem – Transactions (By Gary Beck)
Transactions Tourists stream through Bryant Park intent on destinations cultural, culinary, diverse entertainment, mostly shopping, acquiring goods too costly at home, pursuit of a bargain once a typical quest of Americans abroad. Now prosperous foreigners rummage our land as we ...
Poem – IN THE BRUSH (By Joseph Cavera)
IN THE BRUSH (By Joseph Cavera) In to out is unearthed and free description, encryption form friction as fiction is subdivided into purest Soliloquy Silver screens form the veil that shrouds as memories and processes slowly deride senses that tried ...
Poem – HOW I KEEP FIT (By John Grey)
HOW I KEEP FIT - By John Grey The sidewalks in the city are like exercise equipment. There's a mix of long strides on the cement treadmill and the shorter, quicker gait of the elliptical workout. A few stand at ...
Poem – AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera)
AZURIST'S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera) Cracks fault my indigo hand Post “D” I must not land This bastard child, what is it worth? My dark offspring in two past six Is it immoral that a lad give birth? A ...
Poem – By Simon Perchik
A click and its likeness can't change, curled the way rain yellows though you hold on almost make out the grin that could be yours --it's been years, minutes and even with your arms apart you have forgotten the smell ...
