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“Walking away from someone you love doesn’t break you— it changes you into someone else. With each step, you feel yourself losing something—forever. And it will never be the same— not tomorrow, not even in ten years. You have to live with the person you are now and forget the two you left behind back then: The one you loved and the one you once were— they are gone.”

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Author:Laura Chouette
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“A Mind's Minotaur - A Soliloquy by Stewart Stafford In a labyrinth’s mental corridors, prisoner of consciousness, Fleeing a Minotaur I fear is me. Achilles' heel, masked by strength hath shown, An arrow cometh from Time's swift flight, For those with bountiful time enow, Find themselves slain in a heroic light. When thou dost gaze upon the world below, And scorn its depths, thou canst not comprehend The truths that pool o'er its shadow, glow. No tears stain that meadow of solace, A phantom limb, tickling in memory's store, Galley slaves in hurricane's heart so lashed. Transient madness and renown, conjoin on pomp’s bridge, Champions of the joust wave paramour's kerchief, Revered statues limp from a pedestal's ridge. The signs of pride and brittle ardour, The hubristic bite of isolation's cur. The death warrant quill must ne'er be stilled, For authority doth stifle beauty's song, Staged chaos through the written word is willed. Phantasy's balm to verity's scourging, A cleansing soak of battle-scarred minds, And in the dark, imagination reigns. He who hath fear of the dark hath vision keen, Whilst those who see but naught are dull and plain. Thus, let us not be swayed by others' lore, But splay in error, heal to prosper once more. Idolatrous moth to lechery's candlelight, In lover's tongues, passion's seared delight. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“Lifecast by Stewart Stafford Lifecast Be your play's lead actor, Beware of its shooting star, In drama's immortal mania, Your reputation carries far. Fish your dawn-gold phrases, From out the impostor's throat, Your tongue streaming candor, Not stumbling forth by rote. Let no Salieri hand, Override your author's claim, Even if remuneration's elusive, You may still relish the acclaim. © Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“The Word by Stewart Stafford Though you have lost me, now you see, My prophecy to thee proved ever true, Absolving your wrongs done to me, In verdant fields of harmony anew. If I stayed, they said you would pay, In excoriating loss, I secured your sanctuary, I am the sentinel that prepares the way, Evolving beyond the dusty ossuary. Tongues with riddles lie in their reaching, By living, know your false self’s meaning, Insight doth bloom through time’s enduring, Our Spring lamb in lush meadows weaning. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“The Ascending Eagle by Stewart Stafford I shall not stray down spurious alleys, In pursuit of such desiccated husks, To be a leaf adrift in vacuous air, Bewildered on my windswept path. Past the labyrinth of rustling choices, Swirl fragments of doubt and error. Life's force is a finite magic spark, Some squander before they depart, When climbing into our grave pits, Twisted wreckage we leave behind. Yet, in regret's deepening shades, Lie orphans of our broken dreams. The eagle, in cerulean-skied flight, Took wing as a frightened chick, Victory plucked from disaster's beak, Trial and error are brick-tough fellows. Guided by shimmering thermals below, Soaring to its future beyond the horizon. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“I always knew the mountains would take something from me one day. I wrote about their fine lines, their graves, and their shades. Then, one day, I looked up upon the gray— it takes everything and then nothing, even if you offer them everything. You can’t survive it, you live with it— in small pieces, small steps, small moments. All along, it takes you, survives you— you’ll never understand it.”

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Author:Laura Chouette
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“What Other Can a Man Lay but Tragedy? What other can a man lay but tragedy?
No other thing would be ripe in time. Grief is a flower that blooms often,
And sorrow is the rain that waters it sometimes. Each man reaps what he once sows—
With pain, and some with bitter ease. The sky above every head of gloom
Grows thicker with clouds and earthly deeds. The field does not bloom in summer
But on the last day of every man's each.”

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Book:The Willow Song
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“The Physician's Pageant by Stewart Stafford Can aught endure the masquerade Of this world's blindfolded night? Melancholy's strike doth calm the raving, As babes roused from stillbirth in fledgling light. We know that the womb doth wander, Around the body, causing ills without care, A pessary's charm doth anchor it in place again, As bait doth lure the quarry to the snare. Burn sulfur, rosemary, lavender and juniper, Or foul dung smoke to cleanse tainted rural air. Light aromatic torches in the playhouse and market, Let vile odours and miasmas in these spaces beware. Though ragged contagion and death still doth assail, God willing, some blessed souls still shalt prevail. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“In this life, you don’t get many choices. Real choices. Meaningful choices. So once one of these comes, embrace it with all life and consequences. Make something out of it. Make it count. It’s that simple— it’s not the right or wrong choice you made, it’s about the opportunity.”

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Author:Laura Chouette
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“The Angles Of The Frame 1 Many years have passed since the day, I looked into a mirror, saw a wrinkled face. I've been disclosed to the bulging sands of my bed. 2 Aeons of breath account for the many veins in my atrium. 3 The bull I breast-fed for many years And I've submerged into the frame. 4 I knew the justifications were hard, Hard as against the current of water. No news from the ambiguous points something uncommon. It can't be justified by natural rules, many years we've been tangled on it. 5 This usurped land is a part of all buried treasure islands No finger points in any direction. Lost in the dead-end alleys Tracing images without a compass. 6 Horse pounding pulse sing endlessly in my blood. My kinsmen of horses… Blood-line linked as to rays of a circle like roots of a tree growing deep on the roof. 7 You can't stop the hands of the clock. You can't come back to the broken minutes. The days have been arranged one after another. The knights have left the game one after another. 8 There was a straw mat where you fell asleep. I became numb, quite used to the stillness of the house. 9 Was something supposed to get away from the core to join us? A century has passed and we still live in this house. 10 Dimensions have shifted Not exclusive to the roof The letters approved us as the residents of the house They ran away as the convicts And we got used to the standstill. (Translated from original Persian into English by Rosa Jamali)”

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Book:Selected Poems of Rosa Jamali
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“Cycle of the Midnight Ape by Stewart Stafford Janus creature of paradox, Liquid hostage of conscience, Swinging midnight's ape, On cartwheel chandeliers. This being's bender reveal — Of the existential, maddening itch, To sling aside life’s burdens, And slake its raging thirst. An anthropological anomaly, Naked in its contradictions, A déjà vu loop grinds on, This peerless hellraiser royal. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“Antiseptic Awakening by Stewart Stafford See the rainbow spattered With dark blood moon juice. This creeping haemorrhage, A lacerated spectrum merged. Bruised trickles not halting, Violations in crimson stealth. Impotent, alleged lifeforms, Ashen foot-dragging below. Casually surrendered hues, The arterial strain's zenith. No colour in cheek nor sky, Bleached by antiseptic snow. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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