SL Cantor

Lizard, Bird, reluctant Robin Hood, reluctant King, reluctant Slave, Reluctant Farmer; Frustrated Builder, Painter and Musician but mostly Writer. All Mother. Often thwarted, but not always. It doesn’t matter who I am. The stories aren’t mine. Talking of which, my muse is in his usual rage with me. He sits at my desk with his feet up. His right foot twitches in its long boot. He sits at my desk to point out to me, in his sarcastic way, that I am NOT sitting at my desk. I am mostly a waste of his time. He’s done well in the circumstances. This is some of his stuff...