Soul Fountain

MURDER INK It was that innocent and silent night, when all souls were hibernating and the cockerels were roosting, that the ambience was polluted. A thousand unthankfullness to the wordsmith, for waking up his lethal injection from its long coma ...

Off The Wheel I rallied under the wheel the last the very last I knew my breath wasn’t for living not here  where thoughts pave the streets and words ricochet nothing ever leaves us it can  if we want to ...

Life Science If only I was older, wiser than gapped tooth, golden haired twenty-two, I wouldn’t have wondered, what whiskered man is this?  His hair like a peppered moth, he sat stubbing cigarette butts into the ancient ruins of the ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

■ 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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...