Soul Fountain
Poem – Today (By Melissa R Mendelson)
Wings of angels slice through darkness, and the sun rises again on a world torn. And lines in the sand vanish, and the tide of war grows red. But we are still here. They take us in their arms, their ...
Poem – BLACK RABBIT (By Joseph Cavera)
BLACK RABBIT (By Joseph Cavera) I’m late! So late! For a very important date! I’ve got to go! Oh no, oh no! It’s not so simply the queen I fear! No, oh no! Oh dear, oh dear! Steps behind me ...
Poem – WINTERS CROSS (By Joseph Cavera)
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 ...
Poem – After the Horoscope (By David Russell)
After the Horoscope So Mercury backtracks Till Equinox wakes him; So Mars huddles his cluster In Cancer’s shadow. The Moon’s in Virgo, Northern node prevails No more a saviour, I care As vile invective touches inner shells No more shall ...
Poem – OF VOLCANIC ORIGIN? (By Ray Gallucci)
OF VOLCANIC ORIGIN? Was Frankenstein conceived, As many have believed, Of melancholy from A summer without sun? When gathered at the shore Of Lake Geneva four Of future Gothic fame, Did lightning spark their flame? The summer skies were dark, ...
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 ...
