Soul Fountain

This shallow dish dead center though its glass is commonplace shimmering into mist --it's not the usual birth or that fragrance still moist from the womb, reaching out to be born in the open --you cool this tea the way ...

■ Parents Night    Emma used to do real good in school her mother tells her new teacher. It’s Parents Night at Ryland Elementary. Mostly mothers in attendance.   What’s the problem, her mother asks. Fifth grade shouldn’t be hard for her. Emma's never had a grade lower than  ...

A Bit of News Not Fake   An article in the paper reports something one doesn’t see happen in America very often.   Eighty billionaires, millionaires and others close to that level in New York have written to    their lawmakers ...

PLAINLY INSANELY   Insanity’s defined as doing many times Exactly as before, expecting different ends. Like beating horses dead, expecting to revive But never with success, yet still repeating trend. When process rules the roost, can never deviate No matter ...

AZURIST'S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera) Cracks fault my indigo hand Post “D” I must not land This bastard child, what is it worth? My dark offspring in two past six Is it immoral that a lad give birth? A ...

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 ...

MURDER INK It was that innocent and silent night, when all souls were hibernating and the cockerels were roosting, that the ambience was polluted. A thousand unthankfullness to the wordsmith, for waking up his lethal injection from its long coma ...

No Fire (Parody of Twenty One Pilots’ song, Car Radio) by, Melissa R. Mendelson I ponder on something called fate. It could be so cruel when it should be great. My heart’s only desire Is nothing now but a dead ...

Off The Wheel I rallied under the wheel the last the very last I knew my breath wasn’t for living not here  where thoughts pave the streets and words ricochet nothing ever leaves us it can  if we want to ...

Life Science If only I was older, wiser than gapped tooth, golden haired twenty-two, I wouldn’t have wondered, what whiskered man is this?  His hair like a peppered moth, he sat stubbing cigarette butts into the ancient ruins of the ...