“O, gentle Bard, if thou couldst but glimpse our digital age! We set words in light called ‘blogs,’ Which are, alas, neither fens nor afflictions. They are thoughts taken wing for the world to see, Much like thou didst with… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
“The Seer's Map by Stewart Stafford Howling dog, thou cursèd hound, Plaguest thy master with baleful sound, The cur's yelps taint the air around; A dirge for all that hear thy wound. The rooftop magpie foretells: Herald of guests to… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
