Soul Fountain

There’s the varnish. the wall. the tinder of grey, that give off the stench, of a world trying; in the pontificate. the joke, the stretch. Monotones; That wonder whether to accost, Accede. An unfamiliar rotundity next to a soon to ...

Space Capsule Volunteer The final pull of severance will magnify you The downward controls make you equal to the general gravitation You are higher than the air, and so you leave, You are bigger than the air, and so you ...

Metaphor I could not tell if I really saw you -you where dressed in such a comfortable suit. The yellow tie did you even You were dressed as words of a poem I pass by you like like I did ...

Across The Page by, Melissa R. Mendelson Days slip away like tears unshed, and moments of my life drift on by like the dreams that won't let go, won't let go. The weight of the world still bears down on ...

Galactic Cannibalism - By Fern G. Z. Carr   Like ninja throwing stars, galactic spirals slice through the vacuum that is space; locked on target, sure of their mission – an astronomical collision in the making, a collision of cataclysmic ...

In stillness There are miles and miles… Journeys waiting In listening There is action. Motion. Doing. In peace There is fertile ground Ripe and ready. In today There is the first step, The gentle footfall, …living. Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore ...

Plight The house of Saman and Shayan was located on a three-part street; the houses with yard were in the first part, corporate houses were in the middle and in the end there were the garrison and a military training ...

■ ALAS – By Elaine Nadal I was told I have her eyes, her thick brows-- didn’t think much of it: We all have something of someone. My sister has Aunt Natalia’s smile. My brother has Uncle Silo’s curly hair ...

NEVER TO WANDER Hell smoke has gone to rest And gradually I condense Like caged cloud in a fist of steel Bubbling in a helpless circumference The rope to winch is strained to shreds But in my sleeping wings Am ...

Malnourished mild noon-time breeze, the sunrise clang the bells for ideal men to get to work. (shrug the dust off your shoulders) a poet embraces time by carefully walking a mile. thoughts of her rush in again.. like photography, your ...