Artist Rimel Neffati



The siren calls
“Hello” (click)
Is life everything
Good books claim?

We’re all voyeurs
In search of discretion
Peppering wounds
With remnants of pain;
I’m fluent in English
And Silence too.
I keep turpentine
And paint thinner
With my hard liquor;
Open the window
I quiver and shiver
Soilborne Red
I answer to Blue;
Guilt and jealousy
Never served well
Eating crow
Rather displeasing.

The siren calls

“Hello” (click)
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
“My Fair Lady”
 Please hold my hand;
Time to fall down

Dream forever
A field of poppies
So sweet the smell.

Art was not founded
By Sunlight:
That’s why man’s prone
Painting in caves.

The siren calls
“Hello” (click)
Is life everything
Good books claim?


“Find what you love and let it kill you.”
― Charles Bukowski
    Edge    Fearless


Serendipità Ksenija Spanec



Flesh unlike thistle
Naked feet, a field of thorns
Charting withered pangs
Bearing memories’ crosses
Wiping brows — with heart stained sleeves


“Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us.”     Help Nerve Fearless
— Voltaire

Ponds of Tears

Jewish Couple Wearing Yellow Stars – Photographer Unknown


Ponds of Tears
10 Words Only

Arrive with a whimper, leaving the world a Cheyne-Stokes whisper.


“The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero, Philippics  MisstepFleeting

The photograph above is of a Jewish couple in the Budapest ghetto wearing yellow stars on their jackets.  These badges were just one of the many psychological tactics used by the Nazis to isolate and dehumanize the Jews of Europe.


Untitled by Benjamin Larrabee 1966-19677



No scent
No sound
Rob blind
Hopes and dreams
Between the sheets
Lays with you
Lies next to you
Fucks you
Fucks with you
Professes love
Empty with glares
Chews you up
Throws you down
Fate’s teeth wait
The soul you give


“No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.”
― George Eliot, Daniel Deronda     Object