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  Pirene's Fountain

A Journal of Poetry

In the lore of Greek myths, naiad Pirene was grief-stricken by the death of her son, Cenchrias. She dissolved into a fountain of tears outside the gates of Corinth. It was said the essence of a naiad was tied to her spring; she could no longer exist if the spring dried up, as is often the case with inspiration and poetry. Pirene’s fountain was one of three springs associated with Pegasus, and was sacred to the muses, who drank of the waters for fresh inspiration.

At Pirene’s Fountain, it is our hope that we can share of each other’s knowledge, and in the spirit of Ancora Imparo –“ I am still learning,” open our hearts and minds to inspiration.

At one time, traveling to another country meant traversing oceans for weeks to reach the opposite shores.  Later of course, air travel became our magic carpet and allowed us to reach far destinations in a matter of hours. Now the World Wide Web has further shrunk our blue and white planet; today the internet makes the most fascinating kind of traveling armchair—where our unlikely conveyance of choice, like that of Lord Ganesh’s, is a mouse. Using our screens as a compass to our interactions, we connect in milliseconds to someone thousands of miles away.

Many inventions foretold in the stories of sci-fi writers have become everyday realities for our current generation.  We demand instant gratification and we get it. However, in this multicultural world, aside from languages like math and music, we have not yet mastered the technology of universal translating. Programs such as Babel Fish only provide the basics, so for the most part we must rely on people fluent in languages, especially for the fine art of translating literature. Translation allows access to treasures that would otherwise be lost to us. This sharing of culture, ideas and knowledge facilitates growth and understanding of our vastly diverse world.

Social networking has created a new cartography of human communication. We can instantly exchange information or break into a giant cocktail party conversation. When one part of the world suffers wars or natural disasters, we feel the impact that very moment. We can influence public opinion, promote our products and selves, and become part of a global community. “It’s a small world after all” is no longer a figure of speech, for never before has our connection possessed such a sense of immediacy, or the awareness that there is always someone a mouse-click away.


Carry your children in your mouth.
At the end of the world, decide

which ocean to be born in.

Alex Grant
From “Bloody Heaven”

From :Small Murders

When Cleopatra received Antony on her cedarwood ship,
she made sure he would smell her in advance across the sea:
perfumed sails, nets sagging with rosehips and crocus
draped over her bed, her feet and hands rubbed in almond oil,
cinnamon, and henna.

Aimee Nezhukumatathil
From “Miracle Fruit,” Tupelo Press, 2003



Tonight I am mapping the spots on my skin -
the freckled crescent on my arm,
the constellation of flecks on the back of my hand -
the universe of folds and veins and wrinkles,
this blithe trinity of flesh,
made from an invisible pinpoint,
expanding and contracting
like points on a chart
connected by fading blue lines.

Alex Grant
From “And Everything Is Filled With Nothing”


                  I tried to pinch the widest part

of the Pacific Ocean, the distance between me
and India, me and the Philippines. The space

between the shorelines was too wide. My hand
was always empty when it came to land, to knowing

where is home. I dip my hands in the sea. I net
nothing but seaweed and a single, dizzy smelt.

Aimee Nezhukumatathil
From “Lucky Fish,” Tupelo Press, 2011