Soul Fountain
Poem – On Mixing Macarons and Vicodin (By Layla Lenhardt)
On Mixing Macarons and Vicodin That winter split me like firewood. I was smaller, splintered, Elliot Smith would play on cassette in my blue Volkswagen, while our breath coursed through flared nostrils and damaged lungs. * I hid my pain ...
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 – A Dream (By Lynn Long)
A Dream You are but a dream... Existing in the soft whispers of a gentle breeze... Still... I wait... In the place where the white light meets the sea Where love lingers... Eternally ...
Poem – At a Party (By Robert Ronnow)
At a Party I spoke with two people at the party Saturday. A young police officer, short-haired, fit, chiseled face who had two young children. He felt constrained by the law, without discretion to question mopes (perps) aggressively or to ...
Poem – Ghoul (By Milenko Zupanovic)
Ghoul Author:Milenko Županović A man in red falled down again that nightmare Every night lonely in his house, but he does not escape a man with burning legs and than he blast him On the ritual, with a suite of ...
Poetry – Excerpts From ‘The POND Project’ (By John L. Stanizzi)
2.5.19 7.48 a.m. 33 degrees Picking the boardwalk instead of the pond this morning, onward through the woods, the ground a mosaic of leaves necessary for the crosshatch of broken branches to fall silently, dim in the overcast, the cedar ...
Poem – Notes Upon Viewing (By JD DeHart)
Notes Upon Viewing The still-frame, captured eye, I do not ask permission to see. When I enter the theater, I simply view. The camera takes me where I want to go, high in the air where I have never been. ...
Poem – Waiting Out a Storm (By Thomas Locicero)
Waiting Out a Storm I consider the peculiar heft of ostensibly touchable clouds, the gray and black mix that puff out of the last of the azure. Hints of sapphire seem to keep the rain at bay, but the sky ...
Poem – Pall Mall (By Ray Gallucci)
PALL MALL The Mall which I frequented Has now been left for dead. The thriving shops oncesplendid To other haunts have fled. Where once there was a FoodCourt Are now just empty chairs. No Kiddie Train to transport Their ...
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 ...
