Soul Fountain

Poem – PATIENT NANA (By Joseph Cavera)

PATIENT NANA (By Joseph Cavera) Some old woman, Who says so? Watches over mom Stops from going below And her husband, a peaceful man Retirement clearly not in the plan, Cute little attitude, We all know, and love Brings us ...

Poem – Asgard to Aldi (By Cathy Bryant)

Dead, a Viking walked over the Rainbow Bridge. If he (and it always seemed to be a he) died in battle, then he had a 50% chance of going to Valhalla, ruled by Odin, for drinks. The other half went ...

Poem – Dark Dream (By David Russell)

Dark Dream Out came the swarms of shadow things To make their dead messages, To find their story-forms, Glinting chitin delighting, Reeding the pitches. Down went the depths, encased and ethered, Numbing us to touch the greater. Down went the ...

Photography – Farmland (By Melissa R. Mendelson)

Photography - Farmland (By Melissa R. Mendelson) ...

Poem – The Truth Is Out There (By Amy Hrynchuk)

The Truth Is Out There On a cold, dark evening in a big city, A woman left a small box In front of a well lit house. She knocked on the door And when the porch light was lit, She ...

Poem – SEDUCTION IN SILICON (By Joseph Cavera)

SEDUCTION IN SILICON (By Joseph Cavera) Cerulean shines capture my eyes in curvaceous well-fashioned shapes the likes of which my dreams can only dream of, teetering along the lines of slipping into her artificial façade, her smooth hips and luscious ...

Poem – DROWNING (By Ajise Vincent)

■ DROWNING   next year, when cavalries of storms shall come riding like the flood of noah & the earth convulses torrents on the passage of breaths i shall not swim with fishes or mermaids but savor the utility in ...

Song Lyrics – REMEMBER (By Melissa R. Mendelson)

REMEMBER (By Melissa R. Mendelson) I remember the days I lived. I remember the life left behind. Now, I'm a ghost haunting you, tossing and turning in the darkest hours of my life. Chorus: I remember all that I was ...

Short Fiction – The Dragon and the Wolf (By Lynn Long)

Once, not so long ago, there was a very sad dragon who spent all her lonely days deep in slumber within her cave. She ventured outside only to wish upon the sparkling white lights that filled an ebony sky. There, ...

Poem – Communication (By David Russell)

Communication He handled his language as he fried his eggs: There was tension between the respective softnesses Of his egg and the cooking fat – Dependent on extreme alternation of heat and cold, Confinement in shell melting out of shape ...