Happy Hallucinations
“Psychedelic,
intimate &
other-worldly poems”
– Definitely not the author tooting his own horn
Poetry
Little Death
The wise ones often sayWhen one faces death –The eternal oblivion,The shared experienceThat makes us all kin –One sees with clarityThe life that one livedWith moments bitter-sweetSavoured once more,In a flash of a moment,In the blink of an eye...What I’d like to...
Dear Artist
Dear Artist Red is the colour of passion, And blue that of sadness – Or so people say. As if colours ever had Inherent meanings other than ones We bestowed upon them… What are these colours even, Without a stream of light? Their waves crashing on pigments Who are...
God of Breadcrumbs
If I could be a god of anything,I’d be the God of breadcrumbs,Lord and Master of nutshells,Or banana peels-A minor deityOf your forgotten,Neglected,Useless bits of food.Worshipped without knowing,With your unintended offerings,Only to be picked up by ants,Embraced by...
