Soul Fountain
Short Fiction – sKiN (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
sKiN by, Melissa R. Mendelson Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Are you cold? Are you warm? Are you awake? Are you aware? These questions ran on a loop. It seemed like with every hour, they greeted me as an ...
Poem – In The World (By JD DeHart)
In the World I’m tired of the high-minded voices I know talking about not being of the world. Like, what does that really mean? I’m the substance of this known universe. I have dirt under my nails. I eat from ...
Poem – WINTERS CROSS (By Joseph Cavera)
WINTERS CROSS (By Joseph Cavera) Clouds up above, letting man know He has no premise, untouched flow And we hope for promising years After shedding a thousand tears Yesterday’s sorrow constantly nears Though the moon shines blue By dawn, will ...
Poem – MOUNTAINVIEW (By Ray Gallucci)
■ MOUNTAINVIEW A sunrise in France, The same on Kauai. From window I glance At mountain so high. Though ages apart And half world away, Their natural art Is full on display. In France the Ardeche Took eons to carve ...
Poem – Another Pawn (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
Sun falls on parched earth Scorched remains linger All about is still… waiting The clap of thunder is heard A rumble in the distance …hope is kindled An expectant breath catches …in my chest But it was a tease, not ...
Poem – DISHEVELED ZENITH OF OUR LOVE (By Joseph Cavera)
DISHEVELED ZENITH OF OUR LOVE (By Joseph Cavera) Your eyes cannot judge me Your hands cannot truly hold You wait for me in the Darkness Your words so misguided Your affection soon to be derided You await me again, as ...
Poem – Lead Us Not Into (By Lee Marc Stein)
Lead Us Not Into Never mind young beauties on campus, glimpses of skin on obscene screens, the centripetal force of super-fiction -- my siren beckons with perfect diction from its nook on the refrigerator door. Drop the tablespoon I self-command ...
Poem – Mrs. Giles who lives at the foot of beautiful Forest Park (By Tom Brogan)
My friend, Edith Giles, is the mom of my childhood friend Tom. Tom is kind and loves sports and was my childhood protector against the likes of Michael Lombardi in grammar school. My brother Ed was another who looked out ...
Poem – Same Preparation (By E.M. Whitney)
Same Preparation Lord feels like I am caught in a trap Just there for somebody to see Lusting I know is wrong I do not want somebody to see All I see in them Your great sons and great daughters ...
Poem – The Path of Art II (By Gary Beck)
The Path of Art II In primitive times unknown individuals painted on cave walls not for interior decoration, but artistic expression, that would unlike today, with no gallery opening for an elite crowd, perhaps just the clan, yet if they ...
