Harry Handelbar
From the silence of cautionTo the silence of fearOf the tiniest portionAnd to death drawing near From...
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.
Here are three rules to live by. Or ten. Or one, looping endlessly like a Mobius mixtape....
We are not precision-engineered marvels. Instead, we are the result of a late-night parental experiment involving mismatched...
In a world obsessed with labels, metrics, and neat little boxes, we are more than just data,...
Every major religion extols the Golden Rule—treat others as you wish to be treated—as a moral cornerstone....
f you want to make a difference in life, the universe, everything, you must first retire the...
I have always been fond of the idea of a night care centre, a place where you...
He did not know – at 21, most don’t – so he let it be. And in...
Let’s talk souls—not the haunted kind, but the womb-fresh, divine-USB variety. If you believe every foetus comes...
Looking ahead to the entities of 2111, it is worth remembering that back in late 2010 the...
