She looked at me with deep brown eyes and smiled, as I began to edge closer towards her, drawn by some strange magnetic pull to her presence, my hand trembling as I moved inch by inch towards her, who was she? Who was she to me? and where was I? but then the images fell…
Category: Prose and short stories
Wondering God [Prose / Short Story]
The cage of sanity, preserved and solemn sacred space in a mental landscape of shattered cultural remixes, shamanic, shambolic, American consumer smiles, Chinese Tao daydreams, Indian snake oil Spiritual visions, the sacrifice of the Jesus Child, Satan’s self aggrandising selfhood, the whole mother-load of ego baggage and spiritual mumbo-jumbo clambering and fighting for a way…