The title itself begs the question: “Poems from where?” You can’t help but ask. After all, Andromeda may be a neighboring galaxy but it’s still 2.5 million light-years away!
Yeah, I know. Every poem in this book was written while I was on a trip. A trip propelled by some ass-kickin’ herb. The herb with 90% THC as the psychoactive ingredient.
After reading each poem in this book, you’ll ask the same question my wife asked: “Where does your mind go?”
I invite you to join me on my trips and find out. Spark up your favorite and buckle up. You’re in for a wild ride.
Terry Macrae 