Soul Fountain

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, ...

Poem – Bucket List (By Abdulrahman Abuyaman)

Bucket List before I expire, i’d defy the laws of gravity, by breastroking through the atmosphere, upwards. i’ll then settle on the fluffiest of the floating beds in the sky; sipping copiously from my bottle of malta in high spirit ...

Poem – I Too Shall Marry (By Wafula p’Khisa)

Once they spot me All my bakoki disappear Like dew in the morning sun Pledging to see their halves Or take children on rounds Leaving me desperate. I too shall marry because I disgraced not my uncle To curse me ...

Poem – SECOND SELF (By Roger Singer)

SECOND SELF - By Roger Singer The second self of me is the gift unwrapped. The adventure in need of a path. A stone to be dislodged. A bridge that crosses every part, leading to passions and fears. It’s a ...

Poem – SEA CHANGE? (By Ray Gallucci)

SEA CHANGE? We typically live not a century here. And most of us travel less farther than near. It’s said, “Change is good,” though just few travel far, But see such variety – Fortunate are! So what of the many ...

Poem – rpm (By Abdulrahman M Abu-yaman)

rpm (rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis) scleras, snow white pupils, dilated. brain box, sparking incandescently. he asks the physician: 'tell me doctor, what's my malady?' stares at his sloppy zig-zag manuscript and replies 'rpm'. not comprehending, he utters, 'excuse me?', physician expatiates: 'rhetorical ...

Poem – By Simon Perchik

This shallow dish dead center though its glass is commonplace shimmering into mist --it's not the usual birth or that fragrance still moist from the womb, reaching out to be born in the open --you cool this tea the way ...

Poem – THE MULTIPLEX (By John Zedolik)

THE MULTIPLEX - By John Zedolik Walking on the left side is walking on the same street but it’s the other of the one if the right has been the only I have used in my journeys up the hill ...

The 2016 Soul Fountain Anthology of Poetry

Antarctica Journal is honored to announce our 2nd annual Anthology of Poetry, featuring all of the wonderful poems published on our website in 2016. We are so proud of all of the contributing artists and the superb poems that they ...