Soul Fountain

Poem – I Traded Ethel for Tiffany (By Donal Mahoney)

■ I Traded Ethel for Tiffany   I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers have a mind of their own ...

Poem – Walking In The Rain (By Lynn Long)

Walking in the Rain Walking in the rain I am a child again As raindrops fall upon my face and gently caress in warm embrace Bringing a smile, a playful laugh and For just awhile a memories past ...

Poem – THE MAN WHO ATE HIS BOOTS (By Peter Taylor)

THE MAN WHO ATE HIS BOOTS   I remember now. Air so still you could hear it breathing through the frozen shrouds, the crack of floes caressing hulls as if ships could talk to each other. Men slept fully clothed, ...

Poem – Secrets of The Heart (By Lynn Long)

Feelings of uncertainty trapped inside absurdity As leaden stones of gray keep the hearts frailty at bay Hidden jewels, the souls fool Treasures beyond endeavor Forever to remain Forbidden to impart The secrets of one's heart ...

Poem – ON PORPOISE (By Ray Gallucci)

ON PORPOISE Am I watching the dolphins Or are they watching me, Somersaulting on backfins, While I swim clumsily? At the junction of our worlds Where the land meets the sea, Somewhat shallow for their twirls, I can stand awkwardly ...

Poem – Victor’s Deli on Jamaica Avenue (By Tom Brogan)

Victor’s Deli has tables to enjoy your breakfast or lunch. There is always a line for the scrumptious food. Victor’s wife owns the business and keeps the name even though they are divorced. For a while a delivery man used ...

Poem – Sweeping the Temple with a Straw Broom (By Mankh)

Sweeping the Temple with a Straw Broom - By Mankh   1 Dazzled by the pageantry and bright lights some lost their names having given them to God but the Nameless One had no use for them— that’s why the ...

Poem – Part II (By David Russell)

Part II Let calcium lines be shaved of moss and other growth be centered, Re-score the patterns. All who change and slither shall live; those who clinch all roots shall perish. Wilful ignoring and retraction is a key to survival ...

Poem – The Highway Child (By John A Brennan)

Dear Jimi, I had the honor of meeting you in London in January 1969. I worked as a set carpenter at the BBC recording studios West London. You were there to record some of your “BBC Sessions” tracks. I was ...

Poem – Mid-Life (By David Russell)

Mid-Life So much happened; So much didn’t – So nice to remember; So painful to recall Now nothing is all, The power to recall Is an anaesthetic – Past strength Is pathetic. In the middle, What’s kept still here What ...