It was a dark and stormy night in 1959 and, as the siren of the Austin Motor Works heralded the release of the nightshift from their labours, a child was born into the world who was destined for literary greatness.

Whoever he was I wish him well.

Last Flying Cow

Life, love and alienation along the way...

S O M E K I N D O F 5 0

Drawing a line through 50


A place to spill your thoughts through words.

Rusted Honey

Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry

Melody Chen


Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry

Health | Inspiration | Life


Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.

The Alchemist's Studio

Raku pottery, vases, and gifts

The Alex Swan Mysteries

Put some old pseudo motivational bollocks here

Gertie the Hymer

'Wherever you go, go with all your heart' Confucius

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