Poems to commit suicide to and other stories: a work of auto fiction

This is the end of the Journey. One that had been there, off the beaten track, that had spread its roots in the undergrowth, the pubic forest of dreams and desire, in a desperate search to be relevant, to exist, to throw back invisibility and have substance, to have meaning, Yet human society, thought, act and needs are banal, and nothing that has been learned of meaning, was really ever properly shared, built on, grown etc, and so all our efforts were pointless. In the end. and it is here at the end, that I gather the charred fragments of what was written, discarded, written filed, written frowned on, written and celebrated, and throw them out in the jumble sale of literary fiction, perhaps illiterate fiction. A dark milky way of what was and could be, but wasn't, or maybe was, for a day or so to see. It matters not, for I, you, we, all, matter not. and that really is the rub. All that we do , we believe is for Love. yet it is Love that is the rod that beats us to back into the dirt. This book collects 40 years of a wad of the remaining writings of Ethical Vegan anarchist Creative Artist and Corporate whistle blower Andie Handei Kumafaro that has survived his multinational, multicultural lives from riches to rags, and rags to riches, from North American hunting grounds to a complete upheaval of life and values to Vegan activism and Animal Liberation. From a Degree in languages to Operational Psychology, Global Corporate restructuring and whistleblowing on the greedy and shady. This book is a jumble sale of these writings, a rubbish bin of what was saved from dustcart and fire.