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Two Poems So Far Today

Posted on March 27, 2018 by Gene Stewart

UNFINISHED PAINTING by Keelan Thør Stewart, March 2018 We have never been alone. The mara, the faerie, the Djinn. The Horla, imps, the gnomes. The pixies, dryads, naiads, the sylphs. Demons, banshee, the Sidhe. Selkie, fetch, wraiths. Ghosts, haunts, specters. … Continue reading →

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This

Posted on March 15, 2017 by Gene Stewart

None of us were “here” before;                                                                     … Continue reading →

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The Beginning of The End, Black Sabbath’s Last Tour’s First Concert

Posted on January 22, 2016 by Gene Stewart

Black Sabbath, Omaha, Nebraska, USA, 20 January 2016 CE, evening No one to glance at, share with, In moments when events Signify chains of memories Shared memory means life. / W B Kek /// Writers learn to store experience, observation, … Continue reading →

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Fragment of Liturgy From Hessia Abbey

Posted on October 5, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Vast is the Earth, yet so is it small. To a demon, Earth is a bauble. To one lost in a desert, Earth is a solid echo of the sky. Between those truths we live our mad scramble lives from … Continue reading →

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A Tickle of Cavern Echoes

Posted on August 9, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Our terrors purge our need to conjure demons, to draw threats, to find things we flee from so we can imagine a scorched respite snatched from the fire of simple survival. In this way dim light is cast, a glow … Continue reading →

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