Word Fountain

The Literary Magazine of the Osterhout Free Library

Issue #11, Summer 2016

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Winter Issue Update

Making Decisions

The editing team has been very busy reading for the winter issue, and boy did you give us a lot of great stuff to digest. Thank you! In fact, we received more than double the number of submissions Continue reading “Winter Issue Update”

Brian Fanelli’s Book Launch

Brian Fanelli has contributed to several issues of Word Fountain over the years, including our recent summer issue. Since then he’s been a very busy man, Continue reading “Brian Fanelli’s Book Launch”

Craig Steele, Summer 2016

Final Cruise
Craig Steele

Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep,
where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?
― Fanny Crosby

When my days become an afterglow, and I a memory,
scatter my ashes upon those wind-teased waves

that raise the fiery, sunrise tides beyond the nearest
far horizon. I’ll be a shell returning to the sea,

cruising its antique surface where, below me, Continue reading “Craig Steele, Summer 2016”

Daryl Sznyter, Summer 2016

How to Fall Asleep and Never Wake Up
Daryl Sznyter

The year they discovered my best friend, twenty years old and silent under the heap of her wrecked car, I learned one can sleep forever and never wake up.

That year, her sister, only seventeen, ate magic mushrooms and lost her mind and her brother, fourteen, started running and stopped eating and I didn’t eat magic mushrooms but lost my mind anyway as everyone watched my skin, too white to be real, disintegrate before their eyes.

That year I flew to Colorado to see an urn surrounded by pointe shoes. It reminded me more of a wastebasket than the last I would see of the only person I actually spoke to. The cassette that held my entire life was broken. No – not broken – lost. Her sister ran naked through the street a few days later after ingesting a certain fungus at her school’s homecoming dance. Continue reading “Daryl Sznyter, Summer 2016”

Micah Bauman, Summer 2016

My House
Micah Bauman

my house
is slowly leaving me
piece by piece
it departs

I’ll have nowhere
to live
to sleep
my house is slowly leaving me

the wall left
It desired some time alone
the ceiling left
It reached an all-time low
the floor left
It couldn’t handle the pressure anymore
the door left
In search of greater opportunities
the roof left
it didn’t like the stormy weather
the window left
it yearned to see the world

the stairs
they come and go
can never make up their mind

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