Soul Fountain
Poem – High Tea in Missouri (By Donal Mahoney)
■ High Tea in Missouri They're the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often to admire my wife’s garden. The English roses remind him of ...
Poem – WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN (By John Grey)
WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN It's the winter before winter. And the winter after winter. Everything’s stripped bare. The winds bluster like politicians. Only with cold air, not hot. Month after month, eyes can only stare, lips are too frozen ...
Poem – LAY FIGURE (By Frank De Canio)
Lay Figure - By Frank De Canio A woman’s like a full form mannequin some tailors utilize to make a dress. For well-stitched fabric needs a frame to pin itself on to ensure that points of stress are placed to ...
Poem – Donald Trump and Mother Teresa (By Donal Mahoney)
Donald Trump and Mother Teresa Time’s a jet plane when you’re young. You go to school get a good job marry someone nice and have a family if that’s your calling. Then the kids grow up and move out and ...
Poem – Separation (By Hannah Willingham)
Separation A prose by Hannah Willingham I speed down the three lane highway with the music blaring and the sun burning. Everywhere that I look there is light. I crest the final hill and wiggle with anticipation. I see the ...
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 – I Say A Prayer For You (By Narges Rothermel)
When I pile up cut tomatoes, red onion, and radishes on top of romaine lettuce, I think of the hands that picked, cleaned, packed, and loaded them on trucks, carried them to cold rooms arranged them on shelves. As I ...
Poem – Remembering (for Eduardo Galeano) – By Mankh
Remembering (for Eduardo Galeano) - By Mankh “I'm a writer obsessed with remembering...” - Eduardo Galeano Having heard them before, sometimes when they are nowhere to be seen i hear geese calling. Is this, Eduardo, how you were obsessed ...
Poem – Missing Feeding of the Birds (By Michael Lee Johnson)
Missing Feeding of the Birds (V3) By Michael Lee Johnson Keeping my daily journal diary short these sweet bird sounds lost- reviews January through March. Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows. Skinny naked bones sparrows these ...
Poem – Warning Signs (By Gary Beck)
We ignore preparations that insure survival so citizens of neglect have little chance in a doomed nation, brought about by the greed of our masters concerned with their comforts, while the people struggle to pay the rent, put food on ...
