Harry Handelbar
Let’s talk souls—not the haunted kind, but the womb-fresh, divine-USB variety. If you believe every foetus comes...
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.
Looking ahead to the entities of 2111, it is worth remembering that back in late 2010 the...
A satirical take on child sponsorship, global compassion, and guilt—served with activist branding, chocolate diplomacy, and squiggly-eyed...
A poetic ramble through altered states and mischievous meaning-making. This dispatch floats down the stream of stonedness,...
Teenage children: the ultimate debugger of your parental code. They expose your loops, glitches, legacy scripts –...
So I was having this chat with my cat, Claude. I knew I had his attention because...
Welcome to Wise Crack Meta! This is going to be the home for sharp wit, deep dives,...
