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“Practical affairs task the human brain throughout the day. At night, the mind takes a deserved hiatus to consider the impossible and the absurd. In the carnage of our nighttime sleep tussles, the colored liqueurs of the true, the possible, fantasy, and the mythic beliefs become intermixed. Eyelets of the commonsensical and the imaginative are incorporated, and a new realism emerges out of our distilled perception of the veridical derived from the phenomenal realm of sensory reality and the philosophic world of ideals contained in the noumenal realm. The resultant psychobiologic vision immerses us in bouts of intoxicating inspiration and artistic stimulation and leaves us rickety boned and weakened after enduring a dreaded hangover of perpetual doubt laced with vagueness and insecurity.”

“I Am Chameleon by Stewart Stafford I am the shadow in your peripheral vision, A rippling in the brilliantine matrix, A wind's mesmerising, gossamer lullaby, The speck of dust for a euphoric sneeze. I am the shimmering, starry shell of night, The bird that bathes in transient pools, A cloud, shaped by myriad perspectives, Flaming phoenix flower picked to re-sprout. I am the tribal cave of rest and warmth, The cleansing pool of birth and rebirth, The fire of light, heat, and nourishment, The beloved departed's shawl on cold nights. I am soup and a sandwich on a rainy day, Banquet feast of a gathering of the clans, Caviar of the commonplace, regal remnants, An after-dinner mint to soothe and satiate. I am the floating shadow clinging to the corner of your eye. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

“Most of the lands around Arton surrendered to forest quickly, but this was especially true of the eastlands. They held evergreen conifers so tall they bruised the sky. Below them algae-cracked boulders lay scattered among the sleeping moss and woody underbrush, the groundcover dense and feral. Its wildness attracted powerful and unusual creatures, and there was a general rule known to those familiar with the area, though it didn’t always help: stick to the road.”

“As sombras continuarão a visitar-me mas o meu amor as distrairá. Cozinharei para elas a euforia com fígado e cebola, água do rio, granizo e mel. Afundarei o crepúsculo nos pratos, enquanto sussurro o segredo da loba, e deixarei que todas se sentem em redor da mesa. Elas soltar-me-ão o cabelo e tocarão, ao de leve, o meu pescoço. E da minha boca cairão flores sobre a toalha. Vejam o meu amor aí derramado como é infinito e grande e húmido, uma debandada de cavalos selvagens. Assim é o meu amor, sintam-no tão largo como é, ofensivo, bruto. Comam-no, digladiem-se, desçam. E, no fim, deixem-me em paz para eu poder adormecer docemente depois de voltar a pentear os meus afectos.”