A poem to talk of many things: Of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax- of cabbages and kings- and why the sea is boiling hot- and whether pigs have wings. Does anyone besides me want to talk about…me?

Imagine living in a land where small is big and big is small. Imagine whatever you have learnt you have to relearn.

*July 25, 2011*
*Inspired by American McGee’s Alice a wonderful and amazing game that I absolutely love yet relate to as well.*

Just a crummy little short story of stuff that’s been on my mind.

I am a disabled person so some times I feel trapped by my physical limitations.

An enticing sort story of young girl who finds herself in an incredibly strange place.
(Based of Lewis Carroll’s story of “Alice and Wonderland”

"Real life is Overrated" -Is it me or is real life just overrated?

Another Story!
Part Deux: The Recapturing of The Sausage Pot

Cuffbert: Maybe A Friend, Maybe A Foe, Or Merely a Talking Moose on the Go!

The Third & Final Installment??!?!

Dicscovering Cuffbert was a spy.

An unearthly bang in the beginning, cave paintings somewhere around the middle; or was it one in the eye for Harold in a battle concluded somewhere around lunch time and that leads us here to the present day that all seems so queer in light of this yet seems so normal and stable to us. Maybe I should begin this story in the middle (as I see no other relevant place to start). Yes, in the middle as it were.

I had previously been transported through a looking glass into a parallel universe where everything is backwards; or indeed everything is forwards to these poor fat little orange inhabitants who walk with their legs on their heads and wear their hats up-side down; or maybe right side up as the case may prevail.

A poem about the wars our hearts rage.