My life Founded on Quicksand it seems. And oft so. As if beleaguered By some spiky-clawed Civet, Or the piercing scream Of peacocks, I feel beset upon. So flay my skin Then, If you must, Because there’s times When I think I do not belong In such a world That looks to cage me so. Though here I am, As ever, Still splayed out here For...
Learn MoreJust to reassure everyone, despite this post, I have no intention of using Artificial Intelligence in my work going forward… And do promise that, for as long as I am blessed to remain in the mortal realm, that nothing will ever be allowed to come between my very own crazy mind, my Soul, my Spirit and my Muse… in respect of my published creative...
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Learn MoreAnother milestone passed. Just how far have we come… 2023 an amazing landmark year all round, during which total visits to scotthastie.com today exceeded 10 million! And now set for yet more extraordinary and exponential happenings in 2024, when some of my writing is set to land on the south pole of the Moon, with Deep Space beckoning before it. The creative...
Learn MoreRemember All we spoke of And all you shared Of yourself. How it warmed me so…. And, as you left me In that sun-lit meadow, The whispers Of all we spilt together Trailed on behind you. A lingering impression Within which All that was meant to be Had been realised. So vivid And illuminating In the moment. This, our one-time...
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