Welcome to our Soul They say that the eye is a portal to the soul. Our writings are reflections of our souls, flowing from deep within us in ebbs and tides to be scribbled on a scrap of paper in a moment of simple clarity - or absolute obscurity. As you click and glance around this issue, know that what you are looking at is more than just a poem or a story, a collection of words. It's an expression of a soul; one you may find remarkable kinship to, or one you may find disturbingly alien; enjoy both. Here is your connection to our collection of soul reflections. Don't forget to Sign the Guestbook, and Join the Invitation List for the next issue.

Features Poetic Symphony of Selves by Maryann Hazen On the inside bottom down I sound like grumbling fog through alley’s dark On That Day In The Darkness by Viesta Barker On that night the earth did rumble and in my dreams I felt Me crumble, Reflection Of You by Trisha Hanudel Run, boy, run You're not gonna get away Revenge is a cold hard bitch Tonite by Rachel Teoh I sit and cry into the darkness, feeling nothing inside a feeling that remains forever until even my tears have died Internal Inferno by Josh Burden Moulded by society and man the sculpture stands still. never wandering from the way it should be, A Unified Theory by David Sutherland Here is a parlor game, Galileo's orb-like spheres revolve On a merry-go-round of invisible poles. Little Dark Breeze by Maryann Hazen A darkness tramples over horizon lassoed by a mystic moon. Tumbleweeds tremble in the night The Sun Goddess by Rachel Teoh She flies without wings into a setting sun and through his tears he can see This Much Love by David Sutherland Sunrise's sunset's light can be sung By a choir's inspired voice Its verger of sound carried as high

Features Prosetic Crossing The Water by Zen McCann I believe things can happen that change your whole life. . . I first saw her on the old railroad bridge south of town when I was fourteen. Coming back from fishing the muddy river I took the wood planked walkway that paralleled the train tracks on the steel bridge. She was standing midway across, hands resting on the rusty waist high railing. She watched silt choked water swirl slowly past feet below. [gimme MORE] Into Paradise by Josh Burden I lay in my room, alone, with only the dim flickering of 7 candles giving light. The smoke rises slowly from the top of the incense stick, spreading a dry scent of vanilla throughout the room. Porcelina of the Vast Oceans plays quietly in the background. The words "Not a care in this whole world, not a care in this life, it's what you take that makes it right" ring through my head and connect with my heart and soul as if they were one with me. [gimme MORE] Self-Examination by A Hsieh It was a bright, sunny day on the afternoon that I felt the desire to die. I despised that walk home, as the scolding sun shined on my face. I could feel the sun mocking me, [gimme MORE]

Features Participatory Picture Poetry You Go, You See, You Write We'll show you a cool picture - you write a stanza about it. Be spontaneous. Be clever. Be ridiculous. Be however you want. It's your poem. The Lady in the Sand You Went, You Saw, You Wrote See the poems from last issue's Picture Poetry. Poetry Devised A Challenge of Words For those of you who enjoy exercising your wit on demand, who enjoy devising schemes words to conquer the subject - for you we have a challenge. Ongoing Story A Wild Ride Guestbook Leave Your Mark Sign the guestbook. The Invitation List The Spamless Way Be the first to see the Next Great Issue of Rustlings of the Wind! It's the spamless way to be notified as soon as the next issue arrives. Don't be left out!

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