The Great Escaper

...looks like he's wandered in from his local Am-Dram group.
...looks like he's wandered in from his local Am-Dram group.
...which by scintillating turns brought his authorial voice to startling, brilliant life.
Hot coffee, book and sunshine
One haiku is by me, the other by AI.
Can you tell the difference?
A rescue kitten - "Otto -$ Weeks Old'
Horatio, it has to be said, particularly likes the raisins.
The gleaming, eerie whiteness of the MRI machine.
"There's wisdom and poetry in grey hair"
“Yes, thank you,” I hissed, “I’ll have a bottle of that!”
A Jam-jar Kingdom on my desk
The heart has the final beat
A vital inner force