Wandered.

HeWonderedHeWanders. 13|05|18 Is there pleasure in roaming life as the nomad? What is it like? How is it one can support his travels for so long? How does one can keep moving without security or a career? One just does, where there is a will to leave behind everything one once knew there is a … Continue reading Wandered.

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.

SceneTwo:Three

Its been a rough ride, as rough as the camel I rode in jeiselmere with its hump punching my nuts for two hours, to reach “the desert”, painting the picture it was more of a tiny patch of sand surrounded by shrubby undergrowth, with more than the normal amount of goats you would usually encounter … Continue reading SceneTwo:Three