In mid 2025 I self-published a new work, a poetic spiritual sequel and following to my first book “1991: i hate it here, but i love u”. Both acting as an emotional outlet of poetic offerings. Riddles and rhymes I have conjured to make life make sense, or more confusing, all the same.
A collection of poetry and prose, stories and outcomes. Sometimes to make it make sense, or even to just stop burning your soul away from the inside out, the release is important. For me, putting the story down means I don’t have to carry it anymore. And slowly but surely, we stand tall again.
Grab yourself a copy, and some of my other work as well;
Nicholas Ridiculous 