short stories, comment, articles, humour and photography
That morning a witch’s head had rolled across the breakfast table. I notice things like that. It had to be a sign. A bright, cheery, summer morning a few years back. Oddly enough, just months before the world banking system imploded. I can’t think why I connect the two events. The witch’s head came to rest by my plate. A pair of beady eyes screwed into mine. Read more
Une fois. Encore.
Public interest issues, policy, equality, human rights, social science
Hold your verve
More Coyotes than Wolves
My journey into sketching and drawing in and around Jimena de la Frontera, Andalucia
Gene Logsdon Memorial Blogsite
Art, music, books, history & current events
A life in a photobooth.