Soul Fountain
Poem – Bitter Noise (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
There are no words To carry me through This waiting conversation But the silence is eager Crying out Filling the here and now And what would words do But scar the skin That never quite seemed to fit And stretch ...
Poem – Shaping the Internal (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
Shaping the Internal Of course it's about the words… their weight, their meaning. Stringing them, placing them, cutting them. Wielding them with passion, fury, and sometimes… regret. With careful measure given to every syllable, every pause. For words are both weapon and ...
Poem – THE ORIGIN OF THE LIE (By Joseph Cavera)
THE ORIGIN OF THE LIE (By Joseph Cavera) I am the Great Liar For years, my words have spread Through every ear Surrounding every thought They have taken their place Among everyday speech No one the wiser They have taken ...
Poem – Fragile Future (By Gary Beck)
Fragile Future If we are not grateful for what we have and there is no hope for a better tomorrow continuation is doubtful, since efforts of improvement rapidly diminish without sufficient reward ...
Poem – EASE (By John Zedolik)
EASE - By John Zedolik Snow on the Moore. But the Reclining Figure, 1957, doesn’t care. After all it is only a mantle upon bronze, lounging there for halfway to a century and more, and has certainly experienced worse in ...
Song Lyrics – Will We Ever Be The Same
Will We Ever Be The Same (Parody of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s song, “Have You Ever Seen The Rain”) by, Melissa R. Mendelson It seems like so long ago that we were born to roam, I know; change has been comin’ ...
Poem – VERDANCE FROM BLACK (By Joseph Cavera)
VERDANCE FROM BLACK (By Joseph Cavera) To you I ride a weathered train Puffing obsidian clouds, crossing this bridge Your presence awaits me beyond this ridge Alas, from lilac loving I must abstain My presence approaching is raised a smidge ...
Short Story – Mimosa (By Adel Aaron)
Mimosa 1 “You’re ten minutes late. Why?” Frank’s question took her by surprise. If only Claire could tell him she hadn’t wanted to be late. That some things were simply beyond her control. So many things were beyond her control ...
Poem – Of Meringues and Mindsets (By A.J. Huffman)
Of Meringues and Mindsets My mother used to make lemon pies when somebody died. “Because my pies were beautiful, all fluffy and white,” she said as if it all made perfect sense. And I wondered at her logic. Was ...
Short Fiction – The Candle Lights (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
The Candle Lights by, Melissa R. Mendelson A soft glow slipped across the darkness. It chased the shadows away. All the unwanted emotions like doubt and fear became silenced. Peace was no longer a dream, and the body would know ...
