Soul Fountain
Poem – The Snowman (By Marieta Maglas)
The snowman doesn’t know why the reasons are balanced perfectly by feelings. He was dealing last week with a snowstorm wondering how many snowflakes could fall. The snowman thinks of the pure joy of being alive. Now, the rain comes ...
Photography – BLUE SURFACE (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Photography - BLUE SURFACE (By Melissa R. Mendelson) ...
Poem – Finding a Traveling Partner (By David Hernandez)
Finding a Traveling Partner Two suitcases with wheels, packed with clothes needed for a week, rolled through the driveway, enter my RV class B. Before the key starts the ignition, I make sure to not forget my travelling accessories. In ...
Poem – A Muffled Voice (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
■ A Muffled Voice This rabbit hole seems a farcical dream. No, I blink, aware ...and awake. A pen at the ready, it's my turn to vote. This ballot, such a curious mistake. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives ...
Poem – It’s Snowing in Manila (By Karlo Sevilla)
It's Snowing in Manila "The snow is always falling in 'Fargo,' cloaking the world in metaphysical confusion." - Jessica Zafra The militant chided the child for singing "White Christmas" when the longest Christmas season isn't white, in the absence of snow in these parts ...
Poem – A Wink (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
A grey, blustery day And the sun breaks through More of a wink than a smile Reminding me To savor such moments For much is fleeting And often passes Unnoticed In the busy-ness of days Where we are pushed ever ...
Song Lyrics – Wings of Gray (By Melissa R Mendelson)
Wings of Gray by, Melissa R. Mendelson They say if you reach heaven, you'll grow wings across the sky. They say that if your dreams disappear, something inside you will die. Whispers of my soul come down to you. My ...
Poem – Sponging Up Succor (By Frank De Canio)
Sponging Up Succor I’m suffering through vinegary days, as if I’m Jesus at His Calvary. Arrested from my customary ways by modern versions of its harsh decree, I bend beneath the burden of my cross. Recalling laurels in Jerusalem, I’m ...
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 – Reflections of Infinity (By Fern G. Z. Carr)
Reflections of Infinity - By Fern G. Z. Carr At opposing ends of a corridor, two mirrors confront each other in a contest of wills stubbornly flinging images into infinity – a cycle of reincarnation animating the essence of ...
