Always so linear. No twist, no turns, no tangling.
Life ain’t a line. There are twists at every turn.
And at every turn, ourselves tangles more than ever.
Focus Hocus Pocus
Food And Photography
Aroused by Arête, provoking poems and ideas
Free Stories, Poetry and Essays
Cooking for everyone (La cuisine pour tout le monde)
Gastradamus is my name, and Gassy Topics are my game!
a light hearted look at caravanning through the eyes of a couple of grey nomads.
From the Heart
Tales of a wandering soul