KAVAHLO MAGAZiNE


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KAVAHLO MAGAZiNE
City: Glastonbury
Country: United Kingdom
Joined: Sep 2007

Welcome on…

Kavahlo Magazine is based in Glastonbury England. We are currently distributing our 2nd edition and working on our 3rd.

For anyone wishing to get hold of a copy then all is possible, There on sale in a range of shops, galleries, resturants and cafes in Glastonbury and Bristol. We will send you as many as you need.
If anyone feels they can distribute or sell the magazine in their creative region or anywhere in the world, please get in touch through our e-mail.

Join us on this adventure, through time & space, reality & dream, art & music, inspiration for the mind & body. Declining are the days of celebrity television and magazine. Roll on the future of questions, answered, pictures & sounds, poetry & statements for the people by the people.

It seems to be necessary to go through a long process before finally arriving at anything that remotely resembling the fundamental basics of life, the very ground and roots of our existance.
We are still constantly conditioned by the world we think we see, instead of getting down to the “guts of the matter” and discovering our true magical selves.

Thanks to beauty well-made and inspiration part-took, we can all celebrate this non-stop work shop we call Kavahlo.
May liberation continue.

For anyone interested in contributing to our 3rd Edition or further questions about being involved, please do not hesitate to contact us at:
kavahlomagazine@hotmail.co.uk

Writing

SHAKEN YET RISEN TO RISE

She will come around and we will sing / While with a hand on drum he makes a beat. / Flat cap droans of our swelling, / She will sway yet we will smell. Hollow drone interprets the game and tastes.…

RAG TIME

NIGHT IF FALLING FAST OUTSIDE THE WINDOW, / FILLING THE ROOM KNOWING IT’S / WELCOME. / WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT I CRAWL IN / AFTER HIM AND PRESS MYSELF TO HIS / SIDE / AND I CAN FEEL HIM SMILING…

23 Spin

Time for a change of tactics. / You leave me no choice / I’ll bake a cake, / I’ll lay the welcome mat for you. / The day with it’s eyes, / The night with it’s ears. No race …

River Deep

No more can i doubt / That solitude is my bode / I called you the ice cream man / And now i feel like the cat / Who got sick on the cream. I crossed you many times over / But the knots unravel like…

Watchlist

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