I remember
a summer of water colors
softly lit
by the light of the sun
Holding hands
along the lake’s hidden beaches
Waltzing in the twilight
when the day was done

I gazed at my iris tears
Like one gazes at evening stars
And midnight moons
And deeply sighed
Caress my love
Like the Summer breezes
Caresses Sunflowers
vineyards and Roses
And become
a honey flowing fountain

Reynaldo Casison

It’s not too bad
When the freezer doesn’t freeze
The refrigerator doesn’t refrigerate

When the linen smock
Falls off the line windy into
That fresh mud which sits below

It’s not too bad
When I miss the last bus
That takes me back
To whatever I was at that time

Because I know that
There will always be the next one eventually.
I’ll just remember that
It’s not too bad

It's you
being tired
of life
not the latter
which has
no say-

you create
or destroy
you succeed
or fail
you're happy
or sad
you thrive
or give up
you dare
or despair
ahead you forge
or move not-
all this lies
within yourself-

yours is Weltschmerz
life is blameless!

I fill the darkness with the roar of being,
but from one being to another, it's all so irrelevant.
I am Kafka, and I die as Kafka.

21/Almada

In response to a surreal painting of Nathan Mohinsky, a talented artist from Melbourne


An evocative and compelling piece!

Imaginative creatures conceived by the subconscious are many times more tantalising than the real--
this is the might of the mind!

where did these virtues come from?
the law is there to protect old money.

peace beside your thought, nation
god is a Gun.
so what is Man?

shame to isolate them
fear to motivate them
love to move them as necessary .



power likes
predictability .