There is an Award For The Worst Intro Paragraph to a Novel
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse BlogEvery year, writers from around the world submit their entries to the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest; the prize is a pittance, but the winner […]
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A Quick Trip to Cahors
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog My mamie is a tiny woman. No one knows why she’s so very small, but some have suggested that her mother […]
One Year After
I had to kill myself to be born again. Cabo da Roca, the western point of Europe. On 20th September 2021, I took off with three bags and fled Italy. […]
Brett Morgen’s “Moonage Daydream”
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog It is that the world is saturated, without respite nor release. It is that the doors, while open where they once […]
Lisbon Diaries From an Erasmus Girl
by Asia Leonardi for the Carl Kruse Blog Day one wasn’t the best. It must have been the tiredness of the plane, or perhaps the immediate awareness of being in […]
Amanda Gorman and the Power of Fame
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog EDITORIAL NOTE: The opinions expressed by Hazel are her own, and may not reflect the opinions of Carl Kruse or of […]
The Mandrake: Between Myth and Truth
By Asia Leonardi for the Carl Kruse Blog Since ancient times, the Mandrake has been surrounded by legend, myth, alchemical rites and black magic. Over the centuries, various qualities have […]
The Notebooks of Pan’s Labyrinth
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog The successive interweaving of the familiar and the fantastical marks Pan’s Labyrinth as a profound meditation on choice. Del Toro’s ‘dark fairytale’ […]
The Words Are True, And Love Runs Through Them As Clearly As Water.
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog I have been writing poetry for many years now. Lust was the hallmark of my earlier works, though not always of […]
Jellyfish and the Mystery of the Ocean
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog The water is of the brightest hue. She is almost royal blue, so jubilant is her shade. No current nor wind […]
Being Lonely
by Hazel Anna Rogers I have felt very alone of late. These years have been tumultuous — both personally and on a global scale — and there is something unsettling […]
Matthew Hopkins: Witches, 1644
by Fraser Hibbitt “Glorious night to meet the lips, to do penance” spoke the cloaked figure of an elderly woman to three more veiled forms who uttered brief means of […]