ToughtsOnNoSubject.

I find myself sitting in Starbucks, a rare occasion, strictly for the Wi-Fi and not the overrated yet surprising reasonable priced coffee. I look around for some sort of inspiration, starring at my oily keyboard and feeling guilty about the bacon and egg muffin I just ate 12 hours passed an ‘official’ breakfast, and I … Continue reading ToughtsOnNoSubject.

WhatYouWant.

A little something River Bigby and myself knocked together over an afternoon in Rishikesh. (AudioInside). OriginalPoemBelow. YouAsked. 1|04|2018 What is it that I wrap, some presents straight from Santa’s sack, an art attack, a conscious crack and some extensive vocab, knows no limits, I don’t joke around, say what what must be said and by … Continue reading WhatYouWant.