Harry Handelbar
A summary of how Body, Mind, Heart, Soul, and Spirit each describe the world from their own...
Harry Handelbar
Harry is a satirist in remission who now moonlights as a metaphysical desk jockey. He specialises in cosmic admin, recursive nonsense, and the occasional algorithmic incident report. One poem he wrote still hasn’t stopped, and several readers claim it whispers back during thunderstorms.
Long after the last footprint faded from the Moon, something small kept moving. A tiny excavator, cobbled...
It began as all kitchen experiments do: with a shrug, a spoon, and the quiet belief that...
Humanity frames its renewed push to mine the Moon for Rare Earth Elements as a triumph of...
Every age has its defining soundscape. The Renaissance had lutes, while the Industrial Revolution brought steam. Later...
It is a little-known fact that the cosmetics industry has been at the forefront of technological innovation...
Countries who previously introduced daylight savings as a hedge against economic woes are now paying the price...
Art does not audition. It does not genuflect before gallery gods or algorithmic altars. It is what...
An enterprising group of students from the Arts Department of the University of Zimbabwe have accidentally kick-started...
My dear Wormwood, You seem to be reveling in your recent successes with your patient. Do not...
