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Word Fountain

The Literary Magazine of the Osterhout Free Library

Issue #11, Summer 2016

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Featuring Daryl Sznyter

While we are busily working on the upcoming winter issue of Word Fountain (Look for announcements about our release party at the Osterhout, scheduled for January 5th at 6:30 pm!) we’ll continue to share some of the exciting activities and accomplishments of our contributors. That includes writers from previous and upcoming issues. You can also keep up with news on the ground via our Facebook Page here.

Daryl Sznyter

Daryl Sznyter’s piece “How to Fall Asleep and Never Wake Up” appeared in our summer 2016 issue and she’s been quite busy since then. Her poems “Bald Mountain” and “Hawaiian Spring” appeared in the recent Noble Gas Qrtrly and several of her pieces have recently been published in Eunoia Review. In the October edition of Bluestem you can read along as she Continue reading “Featuring Daryl Sznyter”

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”

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