Three bikes, two to race with and one for a grandpa.

All this flows around me, wanting me to move with it, but I'm stuck sitting here.

Half and half, never whole.

A little story I wrote about my Captain Pessimism.

There is a story that needs to be told. 
A story you may have heard passing through town.
About a secret we plants hold close.

Hi, I am Pluim, one of the new residents here in the village.

Every evening, I serve drinks to the people seeking escape.

My sweet Pluk,

An afternoon planned to be full of love for writing, stories and creation, ended in a tragedy for a