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“There is a landscape and an atmosphere inside: narratives waiting to unfold; moods to live through; feelings that enliven; thoughts that illuminate; memories; nostalgia; dreams; hopes; uncertainties; insecurities; fears; desires; passions; obsessions; the occasional calm; the turbulences; peace; joy. The journey within could be as exciting as a journey to an undiscovered world. There is a universe waiting to be known.”

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Book:FLOWERS OF STARDUST
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“Tale of the Holy Hitchhiker by Stewart Stafford A motorist drives by the Blue Church, Of left-handed compliments, And omnipresent righteous sins, Where the Holy Hitchhiker dwells. Waiting for God at the stop sign, No thumbs, he blesses passing cars, Chanting his destination's directions, Then going into silent meditation. A fated pause at the railway crossing, Purgatory train takes an eternity to go by, Time for confessional contemplation, Swift redemption with the accelerator. Thankful prayers at the journey's end, Payment made as alms for the poor, Then a smile as he vanishes into light, The driver sees the Blue Church again. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“Like a mermaid on a shore I loved you. Abandoned, a bit dead, a bit dreamy, like a mermaid.”

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Book:SONG FOR YOU / CÂNTEC PENTRU TINE (Bilingual English–Romanian Edition / Ediție bilingvă engleză–română / 2025): Poems of Love, Madness & Resurrection / ... nebunie și renaștere
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“Submerged Suburbia by Stewart Stafford Fell out of bed, dragging my soul, Looked out the old goldfish bowl, To see suburbia was underwater, And I was engaged to Neptune’s daughter. There were buses like whales, Driven by aquatic snails, And jellyfish squatters, Chased by octopus coppers. Crab and lobster schoolkids, Scurried by making online bids, As a serial killer shark, Prowled for surfers before dark. Someone let the water out, And it all went down the spout, Flopping fish still tarried, But I got out of getting married. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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