David J Bauman

I’ve been sharing a few posts from Word Fountain, the newly revived little literary magazine I have the honor of editing. We’ve been posting the pieces of the current issue that will go together to become the online version. Along with those pieces and bios, we’ve tried to include some links to the authors’ work elsewhere.

Today I want to share a bit about a young poet who is looking for a little extra help this week as he and his team head to the Brave New Voices International Slam Festival in DC. They haven’t quite met their goal yet, but they are working hard to get there. Maybe you can help? More info in that link, and on WF at the end of Mason’s poem from this issue.

Here’s a taste of his poem to get you started, and following that are a couple of videos of Mason and his team at work. If you are in the North Eastern Pennsylvania region you can stop in at Creekside Gardens in Tunkhannock tonight  from 7:00 to 8:30. If not you could just click here to lend a hand.

Mason Crawford, Summer 2016 – Word Fountain

Blue Jeans
Mason Crawford

I still feel ill
saying your name,
Miss

Or I should start calling you Mrs,
Does your husband
Taste the thieving of innocence
On your lips

Feel my young
Round, boy belly
On your hands

Does he know about
Your hunger for children
Mrs

Read the rest on Word Fountain . . .