Soul Fountain
Poem – Cliché (By Sanjeev Sethi)
Cliché Adumbration of authenticity is credible as credo of mendacity. Praxis of pigeonholing lulls us. Nirvana isn’t in nomenclature. In eschewing tracks of tenebrousness. Gnomes of knowledge must kindle their lanterns by lynching doctrines of divisiveness ...
Poem – THE ENDLESS SKY (By Joseph Cavera)
THE ENDLESS SKY (By Joseph Cavera) What could be more interesting than spending Christmas with a friend, What could make us happier than to enjoy it to the end? Walking along the snow in the day, Not knowing or caring ...
Poem – KING (By John Stanizzi)
KING B.B. King, Bushnell Auditorium, Hartford, CT B.B. King wasn’t through one song when I became possessed and was torn from my seat, Ernie imploring me, No! No! John! John! But he was too late. I was ...
Poem – Travelogue (By Gary Beck)
Travelogue Voyagers no longer disembark at decayed seaports, piers rotting where sturdy ships once docked delivering the wealthy the hopeful, travel plans replaced by accommodating airlines getting us to destinations so quickly there’s no transition between coming and going, just ...
Poem – Time (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
Time We walk, we run We push... forward Everyday Every moment Focused on something, anything Busy-ness ...but this moment Here, now Was made for stillness Silence Awe You have the time You don't make it Receive it... This precious gift ...
Poem – The Blessing way (By Michael Ifeanyi Akuchie)
The Blessing way many a time have I been told that the way to God was one's heart & and that money has no place in the kingdom of God. I still wonder if the sight that my dazed eyes ...
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 – The Fiction of Art (By Lee Marc Stein)
The Fiction of Art Captive on canvas, a gray-haired man stands, palms outstretched, shoulders in deep shrug, pleading with a woman bone-thin with rage who aims an arthritic finger at him. An orange cat cowers under a corner table. How ...
Poem – CAPTIVES OF FREEDOM (By Alozor Michael Ikechukwu)
CAPTIVES OF FREEDOM Like birds free flying in a circus, We glide, slide our space, Glee-filled, ecstatic, Within our handlers` panegyric`s confines. We celebrate the limitedness we embraced, Brewed to skew our dawning awakening, Pegging our independence to a time, ...
